The Why of Love

why
do my hands not feel the air
when I reach over
to softly touch your hair.

why
does my heart not feel my blood
as I race towards my end
under
sheets
of
drying
mud

why
do you sleep so close
but feel so far
as
love’s
loss
leaves
a
scar

why
can’t I see your breath
as your snores
rustle
and
puff

why
will loneliness share our bed
when for decades
we’ve 
been
wed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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September 25, 2014 at 10:31 PM
So many Why's to be answered.Why can't love and passion be eternal between a wife and a spouse,a woman and her love...The queations of many unfortunately.What is the secret of an undying flame.That loniliness that shares the bed of two people who give their work,their life,they give kids to.eachother..After all that?What happens next.Your poem is so deep,so real .I am.just glad you shared it with us.
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