Why do I fall silent,
whenever you are there?
Why do my eyes move, restlessly,
looking for you, when you're not here?

Why do I smile to myself,
thinking of you?
Why do I shed a solitary tear,
in my loneliness?

Why do I put my pen to paper,
even though each word hurts?
Why don't I just say it out loud,
why do I wait?

But why do I need to say?
I'm sure you know.
You must feel the same about me,
but why do you turn away?
Why don't you see?
Why.......?