Why Poem by Joseph Dos Santos

Why is it
When you wanna talk to them
And they pick up the phone
You have nothing to say
Why is it
When you see them
A tear forms and as they turn
You wipe it away
Why is it
The more your try to forget them
And move on
The more they occupy your thoughts
Why is it
When you share with them your love for free
The return is always
A painful cost
Why is it
New feelings of the future
Reflect
The old feelings of the past
Why is it
Your drawn to something
So addictive
Already knowing it won't last
Why
Do all these emotions come so fast
If I knew
I wouldn't ask.