What if I asked you why?
Yes, if all I said to you was why?
Like a little child, I simply ask you why?
Would you reply, telling me you have no idea what I am talking about?
Would you ask me what on earth I was saying?
I would tell you, why?
Why did you leave?
Why do you hate me?
Why haven't we talked in two years?
Why do you treat me as if I'm invisible?
Why can't we even make eye contact anymore?
Why is our relationship so screwed up?
Why do I even care anymore?
Why don't you care?
What would you tell me?
Would you stand, confused, and say to me, what?
Would your eyes give away the sadness I feel as you laugh at my seemingly strange questions?
Would you get mad and tell me to get over it already?
Might I break down into tears, pleading for answers?
Might I suddenly wrap my arms around you as if a hug will solve all of my world's problems?
Might I clench my fist and tell you, nevermind, it was stupid anyways?
But would you answer my questions?
Would you give me the answers I've searched for?
The real question ,however, is could I ever muster up the courage it takes to talk to you again?
I doubt it.