Tell me! Tell me, why?
It’s a flea, always jumping
Here and there
Never resting, never staying.
Hard to catch and even harder to hold.
Searching for what it needs-blood
Before moving on.

For a moment, it lands on me,
And I feel a strange happiness
When I know it shouldn’t.
But when it’s gone,
Leave me adrift, seeking it,
Though it tears me apart inside.
And I keep wondering.
Why am I only a name
Among so many others?
Why does its fleeting presence,
Feel like warmth?
Still linger on my skin?
Why?