The Reasons I Ask

I find myself asking what's the point in my head quite often

I never have an answer for myself, just reasons to keep asking

My family is a reason to keep asking

For all the love and effort they shower me with I'm left bone dry, skin cracking at the seams

The cries of a son-less mother still echo in my head when I walk through front doors

I'll never forget the pain in her wailing, beyond control as she gripped her son's chest in one hand and the carpet separating him from the ground that would soon swallow him in the other

I get overwhelmed easily so I take it one reason at a time.

Love is a reason to keep asking

The simplicity of a morning kiss

Sun rays shining through the steam of a freshly brewed coffee

My arms around your hips as we share a moment of serenity

And get away from the perils of an almost positively fruitless relationship

Your footsteps have gotten lighter when approaching the bed at night

Your footsteps used to leave flowers in their wake but have recently turned to sand

I've never been a reason to keep asking

But have always been the reason why I ask