Why
Do I pine about her absences in the lonely labyrinths of my past?
Why
Do I constantly seek her out in the fleeting moments of my present?
Why
Do I beckon her to my uncertain trysts with the future?
Why
Do I treasure even a fleeting smile from her?
Why
Do I brood and wither, nursing imagined slights from her?
Why
Do I search the depths of my heart to give meaning to tender thoughts?
Why
Do I long to prolong this beautiful tie?
Why?
