Why So Many Whys

Why is it
that never and always
are the only ones
who get married?

Why not maybe
or sometimes—
those gentler souls
with space to breathe?

Is it something
I said?

Or something
I am—
too brief for forever,
too whole for never?

Perhaps I speak
in parentheses,
while vows
require periods.

Perhaps love
can’t hold
a question mark.

And yet,
the heart—
is two question marks
facing each other.