I walk away
to hear you say
‘Why do you do this to me?’
I come to you
and here you say
‘Why do you do this to me?’
I come to be
here for a day
to see you laugh
or turn away.
To leave me naked
to leave me bare
to leave me dying
or in despair
I walk away
to hear you say
the words that bring me back again.
Oh, please may I ask a single question-
Why do you do this to me?
P.L.Rao
4th April 2009
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