I am curious.
What have I done to you?
How did I offend you?
Why do you hate me so?

My questions were asked, but answers were not given.
I am very curious.
I have no fault with you, yet you do with me.
You have not offended me and yet it seems I have you.

I am still ever so curious.
What have I, a mere mortal man, done to you madame?
It baffles me that it takes just the presence of my being to upset you.
Why is that so?

I guess my curiosity will never be satiated.
With you, madame, I have no plights, yet still, you do with me.
One day, I am certain, you will question yourself as I do you.
Because I am positive that none of us, not even you, knows why.
© keshlucy