WHY??

Why someone hurts me
              and I remember you?
Why I laugh
              and I think of you?
Why all the wisdom I have
             makes me proud of you?
Why, they say, I look pretty
             and I picture you?
Why fragrances beg me
             to take back to you?
Why the words I read
            let me drift back to a book of you?
Why they talk about love
           and I feel betrayed by you?
Why each time they call my name
              and I grab a piece of you?
Why there is this world
              and I am not with you?
Why, My Papa, why this little glass doll of yours
                is forever shattered by you??

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