Why do I want food, or water, or a warm coat in winter?
Why do I smile at a sunny day?
Why, even when we quarrel, is there a lightness in my heart,
A hope, that even in the darkest times
All will be well?
Why do my usual ways of changing,
Hedging, and taming my thought patterns
Never work with you?
You are always in my thoughts;
I am hemmed in and never alone.
Why do I laugh at your jokes,
A laugh that I cannot restrain,
Even if I try to restrain it, even if
My heart is broken and hurting?
Why, then, is just a question,
Without a resolution, an explanation,
A satisfactory conclusion, tying
Together all points of the plot.
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