An Enigma

You asked me a question that I could not answer.
Not that I didn't know it,
Or never thought about it.
Never pondered it.

You asked me a question that I could not answer.
Maybe would not is a better way to put it.
A pause in the conversation. Awkward.
Where to go from here.

You asked me a question that I could not answer.
Standing on one foot, too abrupt for my taste.
Not here, not now.
It takes time, for an appropriate answer to your question.

You asked me a question that I could not answer.
But this question may need a lifetime.
And you barely have a minute.
So why bother answering you?

You asked me a question that I could not answer.
You asked me,
'Who are you?'
And I could not, would not, answer you.