Why heart is the tenderest thing,
While love is but the roughest thing?
Why the two needs encountering,
For the suffering to beget?
Why bygones can’t be just bygones,
While present is mostly cheat’ on?
Why, why memory needs to haunt,
Merely for the sore to beget?
Why is it true that you left me,
While your charm I can still see?
Why and while I still feel for ye,
For me your feeling never beget?
Suggested soundtrack: Goodbye by Dinah Washington