Goldfinch60

Why Her, Why?

Why does it have to be this way?

Why is she drifting from me?

This woman who I love so much

Is changing.

She is not the woman I knew,

She lives in a confined world,

A world of her own thoughts.

Those thoughts creating contexts,

Contexts that bear no relation to reality.

I try to make her see

But she is so convinced she is right.

So I just accept her way,

She will soon forget,

Until another context forms

In her much confused mind.