They're tiny little words.  Very simple, and very easy to understand.  There is no misinterpretation, but only a precedent of their use.  These four simple words form into a question, a simple question.  However, despite its simplicity, this question carries one of the largest weights of any that one person can ask another.  After all, this question can and will change the lives of the one who asked and the one who answered, as well as almost every single person who has any tie to either of the aforementioned parties.

Due to this question's weight and precedents, more often than not, anyone who has the nerve to ask it usually puts off asking until said person is completely sure the after-effects will not be harmful, and that the one being asked will answer favorably.

Why, then, am I already considering this question in my mind, after such a short amount of time?  Why, then, have I already made mention of my considerations to the person I plan on asking this simple, profound question, as well as a close mutual friend (I only plan on asking the one person, but said mutual friend knows that I am considering this question.)?  Thankfully, before a final decision will be made regarding this question, there will be much discussion regarding it and its impact on those around us.

For now, though, I'm comfortable in the fact that the future I've recently sought seems to be inching closer and closer.

Accused again
for a crime I have not
nor ever will
commit.

Accused again.
Not through logic,
no, but I think
by jealousy

Accused again,
but different now,
since the "victim"
is on my side

Accused again.
The rage before
has subsided
to apathy.

Accused again,
but I care not.
A name is just that,
and not truth.

Accused again,
but so long as truth remains,
the name will never
have weight.

Accused again.
Perhaps not the last,
but at this rate
it may just be.

Accused again,
and aren't we all?
Though few titles
are as bad.

Accused again,
and I would never
wish this rubbish
on even my accuser.

Accused again,
when really,
the accuser this time
is the guilty one.

Accused again,
and though I may not care,
the pain
remains.

Accused again.
Are they so blind?
Are they so cruel?
Are they so... jealous?

Accused again.
You are lucky, sir,
that she has yet
to pick just one side.

Accused again,
but I won't fight.
This isn't at all worth
the effort; the time.

Accused again.
Accused again...
It still hurts.
It still hurts...