Why?

I sold all my things,

Started working odd jobs,

Saving my money,

While living in a car.

I worked my ass off,

To get enough money,

To buy 5 plane tickets,

So I could cross over countries.

I left everything behind,

My future,

My friends,

So I could find you once again.

All I own was on my back,

And in the plane,

How sad is that?

I lost everything for you,

But when I reached there,

I was already too late,

You had moved on at a fast pace.

You had a wife,

A family too,

Why did you not call,

To tell me the truth.

Now I am wasted,

Feeling so foolish,

That I spent my life,

Looking for you.

Why?