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?