Why?

Why do you have to go?
Why do you have to leave?
Can’t we just stand here cuddling,
Forever,
Underneath this sycamore tree?
Why can’t i smell your sweet scent,
And not be able to hear you or see.
To pull you in close,
And our lips embrace?
What i would give right now,
For that smile on your face.
But all above is impossible,
As both of us,
Are in a completely different place!