The Why's

If you knew all along,
My dreams, my song,
The color of my eyes,
The width of my hand,
Why did you not say so?

The scars on my soul,
You must have counted a thousand times,
Yet,you remain silent?

Our laughter is now a vague memory,
A still from a movie from long ago,
I wonder why the same movie,
I wish to watch over and over again?

The why's now tire me,
As much as they tire you,
The why's seem such a waste of time,
Every minute that life is running out,
I long to kiss away your doubts.