Why?

Before,

You didn’t know he existed.

He is a stranger, he’s foreign

He’s not on the earth you walked in

Not in the circle you swirled about

You have a life then, living it, enjoying it,

Why?

Why would it be very hard now, to go back

To those happy times and happy places now?

Just because you knew he exists now?

And alive? and kicking?

Still estranged and yet buzzing about?

Who cares? Ha!