why?

I knew you for too long I think;
we had too many chances to change,
and didn't.

In the end it was all about
"who, what, when, where," and, "how,"
but it should have been about, "why."

The end of all things,
our separate dimensions coming together for once,
a time-travel/space-warp.

I emptied my pockets of all my pennies,
told you I was done with the little things,
you just waved a twenty in my face.

So when our hearts lay broken together,
the only time we were connected, really,
the twenty-dollar time-warp was complete,
and we still hadn't changed, and neither of us knew

"why?"