I’m always arguing with you in my head.
I’ll be arguing with you until I’m dead.
It’s because you’re not here and you cannot reply.
I want you to answer, to tell me why.
If we could meet, if only one time,
and you could speak honestly–
I’m not blind. I know I might hear
what I don’t want. I know that I fear
the truth might be blunt.. Might I learn
that I cannot love you? But this would mean
that my love wasn't true.
Love does not judge, love does not die.
But I still want to know the reason why.