...Why? Poem by Destiny Wendling

I know you love me.
But why?
I know you care.
But why?
I know you would never
hurt me on purpose.
But why?
You make me worry.
And why?
You go out.
And why?
You sell things.
And why?
For money. For clothes. For things
that do not matter.
And why?
That is a question, I will never be able to answer.

Why?
Because I don't know you
anymore.
I don't want to lose you.
But then again
I don't want to watch you
and your life slip away.

Why?
Because, I love you.
And if you love me.
Stop me from asking myself.
Why do I try?