Why Do They . . . ?

They were there, early after noon

Clear sky and an empty place
In front of each other
Only a coffee table in between
One was staring with eyes full of tears and pride
The other was cold, doing nothing but stirring the sugar in that small cup of tea
For an hour, silence was they're favorite language
But then, one spoke another, saying:

"Is it me?
Is it you?
Was it something I said?
Or something you did?
Is it someone else?
Or should I just bid?

Cause I can't tell
And it feels like hell
I don’t know
If it's me or if it's you?

(gasps)

Look me in the eye
Tell me what's wrong?
Cause your hand been away for so long
And there's no more "our love song"

Do you feel my heartache?

Huh?
No?
Don't tell me it was all fake

Was it all a dream?
And now I'm awake
Awake in my own nightmare
Do you think its fare?
After all I've done for you
I thought you would care
Look at you
You don’t even touch my hair
Where is the love ring?
You don’t even wear
Was it all fake?

The talking for hours
The walking on the lake
What about that coffee at the towers?
With "our" favorite cake
Was it all fake?
What about the future plans?
Or was I a point of trans?

Just tell me why?
And I'll wake away
But please don’t lie
Please"…

The other says:

"I don’t have a reason
I don’t know why
And I don’t want you to cry
but i really don’t know why"…

Sound of weeping …
Runs away. . .

I happened to be there, behind their table, and didn’t mean to listen. I thought in here I would find peace for an hour or two, but I was wrong, I was shocked to what I was listening to. And started to wonder, why? What happened? Why did they break up? Why do people break up? I want to know why? ... why?