Why.
Why am I haunted by you.
Not the love that shattered me.
No. That would be too simple.
                          Far too simple.
You come from after all of that.
    After the war. After the death.
           When I cry out alone.
Trying to move past the foolishness.
Past the wrongs.
Past...     everything.
You weren't a mistake. You could have been...
                                                Everything.
                                                               We.
                         Could have been everything.
                                                             More.
                             And even past the risks.
         The 'Maybe's.
              The 'I don't know's.
                    The 'What if's.
You were worth it. Even for a day.
                                      For an hour.
Because when we looked at each other.
When we worked together.
   When I made you smile.
          It would be worth it.
But we didn't.
Why risk it when, it was destined to fail.
                                                  Right?
Since no matter what happened to that point would make it worth while.
              Not ONE Month?
                                    Day?
                                  Hour?
Just leaning over you working.
                             Being close.
That was worth it.
The mistake wasn't that I did and failed.
The mistake was that I failed to try.
And you haunt me.
              And you...
                    Don't even know.