You ask the thin air, you ask the hazy smoke.
You ask the distant stars, and beyond them, that bloke.
You think hard and long,
All those sleepless nights.
The unheard apologies, the unsaid goodbyes;
And you don’t even know why.
Your eyes are sore, your stomach hungry,
your body is aching and heart still broken.
The ice-cold eyes still render you speechless,
and you can’t even utter that single worded question…
You think you are ready, strong enough to know.
But the other side of why is always the harder blow.
No amount of hurt could prepare you for the answer,
And once you know, it can never be undone.
Why do you really want to know why?
Does it matter now?
Does it change anything anyway?
Does it relieve the pain?
Sometimes these questions are best left unanswered.
For the fear of unknown is better than the unending pain on the other side of