~ I wonder ~

I wonder why,
Why the heart can feel so much
That it hurts so deep,
Yet nothing flows out.

I wonder whether,
Whether if the heart is capabable
Of feeling so much by itself.
Or is it but a by product of an interaction.

I wonder how,
Even though the feeling lingers deep,
The facade still is able to keep up.
Life does go on as usual.

I wonder once more,
How this feeling can be so strong,
That it can spur one on to do many things.
Yet also so easy to turn from sadness to anger.

I wonder how again,
How it's so easy to bluff oneself to go on.
And yet so easy to fall again for the past.
Even then the anger can't last.

I'll wonder ...
Would avoidance be better.
Not knowing if she hears or knows.
Perhaps things are best left without any intervention