You said I’d made you cry
but never told me why;
what thing I did to hurt you so
and make your feelings die.

It leaves me feeling low
that I might never know
what crime was so egregious
to let seeds of turmoil sow?

And how the chaos grew
after months too few
we were left with only sadness
– and tears and anger, too.

Thus ceased our opera
with me left saying “huh?”
and struggling to solve for X
in this romantic algebra.

If known, we would be free
of the catastrophe
that found you so frustrated
and left me without a thee.

Perhaps at last you’ll say
what made you go away.
and when I finally make amends
you and our love could stay
come what may
(I’m not gay
– except for Dre).