Why?

Why do things happen
the way that they do?
Why are things so hard
for me and for you
Why do the people we love
love us so?
And why do the others
come and go?
Why do we make decisions
only knowing in the end
that we will not end up lovers
except merely friends?
Why does the past haunt us
like a murdered soul?
And why must we never forget
the things that affect us as a whole?
Why do we make decisions
and take them back again?
Why can't we know the outcome
and never go down that road in the end?
Why are always faced with complicated fears
fears that someday may become reality?
Why do I fear that the man i love most
will one day choose to leave me?
Why can I not predict the future
and know what will become?
And why oh why
can i not know "how come?"