Poem - The Reason Why

I've thought about it from time to time,
and now I've realized the why,
The reason, you and I, cannot be;
something you may never see.

It's an itch that won't go away,
in that spot; impossible to reach.
It's that fly that wants to stay,
while you swat; with useless speech.

The only way, to rid of this burden;
requires a swatter or a scratcher,
or some form of extension,
to appear worthy; shadowed by your stature.

With each attempt; I widen the gap,
Never to be content; stuck in this trap.

I could never willingly,
and would always avoid,
the hurting of thee,
lest you too, be destroyed.

And if you couldn't tell,
what is the reason why;
I can't help but dwell,
in my season's sky.