Why

Why do people leave
And take my heart with them?
Does it bring them joy
To know that my soul, bedlam

Were the stars not enough to keep you,
The dizzying heights of bright
Was the ice not slick, the cold not fright
The Christmas tree, a bit too slight

Why do people cry
It wrecks my sane facade
I wish that we could talk it out
Without the tears on the esplanade

Were the promises not enough to keep you
Futures, the ones that won't come
Could our unrelinquishing grip
Exhausted ambitions, fingers gone numb

Why do people go
While I'm all alone, cold
Do they hear the crack
The sigh
.
.
.
Of a chasm gone untold.