why      ( echo i i)

did he go
there when he knew
there is no chance
no
of her  
being there
 
she'd told him
she won't be there
where he'd been meeting her
the place
of solace
for the past two years
 
he knew well too
the place  
ain't the place
without her
 
coming to terms
is easier read than lived
perhaps
some conflicts
'tween heart mind and soul
tear one apart
till the tears depart
washing the real  
from the surreal
 
and so did he shed
what he'd been carrying
behind the rib-cage
and 'tween the lids
at that place
 
the trees
the blades of grass
the witnesses
to the wetness
 
one man torn  
three way(s)
 
and the echoes
reverberating
tween the valley's walls
of her name
what a shame
sanity  
departs exactly when you need it the most
 
perhaps
spiritual phase for the body of clay
started well before time
 
in any case
the why
this why
perhaps will never
be answered
'cept by his own heart