Why Does It Seem

This is a poem I wrote in the late 1990s/early 2000s. It's from the point of view of a speaker looking at a relationship that seems to be falling apart.


Why does it seem
That you're avoiding me?
Why does it seem
That you want to be free?


Why does it seem
We don't talk anymore?
Why does it seem
That you have closed the door?


Why does it seem
That we've gone separate ways?
Why does it seem
That you have gone to stay?