Wondering Why Poem by bob barci

Once again,
I bide my time
while patiently waiting
for my train to come in.
Wondering why,
I spend my time here.
Just what am I doing here?
I am on my way
to spend my time with you.
Sometimes,
I wonder why
I do that.
I can't imagine
spending my time
anywhere else.
Do I come out of habit?
While waiting for that train,
I'm wondering why
I don't turn back.
I can't do that.
I'd sorely miss my time with you.
Perhaps I do come out of habit.
An excellent habit,
if I say so myself.
There's no wondering
what caused this habit.
Love.
Begun, perhaps,
in another space and time.
Wouldn't it be fascinating
to discover that place?
While on the train,
I'm wondering why,
just why I do love you.
I haven't any answer.
I couldn't even begin to try.
I just do.
With you in my heart,
I want to spend
the rest of eternity,
just wondering why,
with you.