Why not me?

You ask me why do I stare at you? 

I do, I feel I just want to keep staring at you, like someone would stare at the orange moon on a full-moon night. 

I try to find a little bit of love for me in you, like someone trying to find constellations in the sky. 

I try to find some answers that have no questions with it. 

I keep looking at you so that I can dream all about you later. 

I look at you and wish I could shower you with all the love in me that I ever had for you. 

I look at you and wait for you to shower all the love you had for me, but, wait, did you ever have any for me ?

I keep looking at you, because I wonder, if I ever will be able to look at you like that again? 

I look at you and still wonder, what would have life been with you? 

You don’t speak much, so I try to read your eyes. I try to follow your breath to see if it has my name on it? 

You ask me why do I stare at you? 

I ask, why not you ? 

I still ask, why was it not me?