Stretching Of A Questionmark

 
Like I said,
whether you heard or not,
through waves crashing
from commotion of ripples
you unknowingly stir,
this is why.

This is why
I crawl up near,
closer than comfort,
to let your breath
on my neck
lull us both
to sleep...

...because that is my home,
not those walls.

And this is why
I sometimes ask
for you to come
and just be around,
not hold me close
or kiss it better,
but just to watch me
when I cry...

...because privacy most sacred
is too small.

Anyway, like I said,
because you never even
really tried,
you merely turn my concepts
inside out, just passing by...

...and then you have
the nerve to ask?

This is why.