What is "Why"

Why... ?

There's no answer.
My friends have them all.
I listen to all of them...
each and every one.
I can ask myself again,
and again...
but my sons are still not here.

What did I do?
They stay away and with her.
What can I do but...
what I do?
Does anyone miss me?
Every day, all their lives,
I was there even when she...
chose to be away.

All the answers,
still the same.
"... have no guilt, you're not to blame."
Still the same. I ask why
and tuck myself in.
To my boys... good bye.