Trouble with partners nowadays,
number two, three, seven, eight,
is suspicion, agonizing wait --
likelihood each new lover,
who clearly has no flaws,
will become the old.
We scan life for patterns:
patio stroll, text sent, shut phone;
smile, blush, gaze too long;
business trip alone, panties gone;
friends snicker, whisper, hiss.
Other than this vigil --
disguised with smiles, kisses --
new mates would be perfect,
not keep us awake, fearful
it is only love they fake.