Don't Understand

I try to,

understand.

But I don't.

I don't understand,

the questions,

that escape your lips.

As my own lips reply,

its like a different person,

is answering your questions.

I don't understand,

what I'm telling you.

Days past,

you say:

"I can't do this anymore, Love."

I don't understand,

why you're abondoning me,

in this dark world.

All I know,

is that you're,

walking away from me.

Why now?

Everything was fine,

until now.

I don't understand,

how one day,

we are,

drawing warmth,

from each other's lips,

and then the next day,

you are saying good-bye.

Did I do somthing wrong?

Did I say something wrong?

Weeks past,

my mind replays,

all of our memories,

all the times,

all the intimate moments,

we shared.

Trying to find a loophole,

but found nothing,

to explain,

my abondonment.

Phone rings,

door knocks,

its you.

Standing in my doorway.

I don't understand why,

you left me,

and then,

came back.

Why would you do that to me?

You stand before me,

wrapping your arms around me,

whispering,

"I love you."

I can feel the whisper,

of your breath,

on my lips.

I want to repeat,

those three little words.

But I can't.

But I understand why.