A Reason

Because you will never read this I can admit there were never reasons.
And if I had an excuse, that was it.  When I hid, that was why.

Certainty has a way of fooling you into believing that forever is no further than the eye can see; is adaptable if not unchanging.  And fair.

You asked for a reason.  Something worth living for;
something you could die for.

Not having one is the best one of all.  I could’ve told you then.

But daybreak dresses us best.  And searchers scour the dark like vultures seek prey.

That’s all.  That’s why.