There are times I can’t let it go.
A question that won’t be answered.
At least not in this lifetime.
But I find myself asking anyway.
What were you thinking, feeling?
Why that day?
Why that choice?
Why was the thing you were thinking, feeling enough that night?
Did you know how many people would cry?
Or was it just too much to think about?
I miss you.
So do so many others.
And many cannot stop wondering why.