Answers

(Pre-written) Every question has an answer. You just have to look for it.

Is there an answer?
What more can one want, living on his own, not a worry in the world. All about me, myself and I. An unanswerable question.

There is an answer.
Missing. Longing. Every minute, every hour, I look for her. I want her. I talk to her. This is a spell, and a good one at that.

Do you have the answer?
Risks, sacrifices, for joy and happiness. I regret nothing for everything I did for her. I was complete, she was rebuilt, we were happy. A touch of her hand garners eternal bliss within me.

You didn't answer.
Abandoned, lost. How come I helped destroy something I built? I love her. I still do. I can't live on without her.
Can't survive another minute without her being my wife.
But now,
like the last snowflake...
gone.

Author's Note

In parallel with "Questions"
(this is kinda experimental slam poetry)