You know, relationships are tricky things—
Examined too intently, they may veer
From good enough to something else. Too near
And truth deploys its half-truth underlings.
I know your deconstructions help you cope—
But dear, uncertainty is not the same as doubt;
Have faith—that truth beyond all finding out—
A calculus that leaves some room for hope.
So much we know, so much beyond our knowing—
And in between, uncertainties beguile.
Why not just smell the flowers for a while?
Then pull them up to see if roots are growing.