Why?
Why do we do the things we do?
Why did I spot that immaculate red head and had to have her?
Why did I look into her eyes and fall in love?
Why did I ask that very woman to be mine forever?
Why did I slip that band on her perfect finger?
Why did I kiss my baby girl goodbye?
Why did I hold my wife in my arms while she shook from the tears?
Why did I keep my emotions bottled up?
Why did I let my marriage fall apart?
Why did I let it get this way?
Why did I see my wife, in bed, with my best friend?
Why did I run far, far away in the middle of the night?
Why did I cry?
Why do I still have feelings for her?
Why do I still want her to be mine?
I don't know.
But I do know,
that I still love her.
