Why?

Am I just a forsaken friend? Am I just a slave? Why, my precious, do you treat your beloved as a knave? Have I spoken hurtful words, and filled your eyes with fire? Why then do treat me harsh and let our love retire? Have I laid a hand on you inflicting hurtful pain? Why then do you stab me through and hurt me once again? Have I taken all you have and left you just with nought? Why do you confiscate our things when just your love I sought? Have I given you a child and then walked away? Why then do you punish me for still choosing to stay? Did I take your steady hand to sign the dotted line? Now that I have been your man, you'd rather we resign. Did I crush your hopeful dreams or did I snatch your smile? Why then do you set me free for going the extra nine thousand miles? Chanté Walker January 16, 2024