The Anger Remains

I have to strain
 to see you in this pouring rain.
 How long's it been?
 Too long, we agree,
 and then the test begins.
 I touch your hand,
 'cause you're the one who understands.
 But you... you pull away.
 No time to talk...
 such a busy day.
 But these are questions
 only you can answer,
 and the answers
 are withheld without a cause.
 Still, your reasons
 can't address my anger,
 so the anger remains.
 You take a call.
 I stay close as you try to stall.
 The rain slows down.
 You finally hang up but you can't stick around.
 My voice sounds thin.
 I ask you for the truth again, but you...
 You dash away
 with the same old line
 about your hectic day.
 But these are questions
 only you can answer,
 and the answers
 are withheld without a cause.
 Still, your reasons
 can't address my anger,
 so the anger remains.
 Do I somehow deserve this?
 I don't know.
 Did I somehow create this?
 I don't know.
 Is there some way to fix this?
 I don't know.
 Should I stand and accept this?
 I don't know.
 But these are questions
 only you can answer,
 and the answers
 are withheld without a cause.
 Still, your reasons
 can't address my anger,
 so the anger remains.