The Why of It

Why?

Why does she find joy in him,

Yet feel a quiet weight in her chest?

Why does she look for his messages,

Only to dismiss the feelings they stir?

Why does he offer happiness,

Then pull it away without a word?

Why does he draw her in,

Only to leave her standing on the edge?

Why does she care for him,

While he cares for someone else?

Why does she smile for him,

When her own joy feels out of reach?

Why does she wait,

As time slips by unnoticed?

Why does she hold onto something,

When she knows it leads nowhere?