A day before the 8th of the month of leaves falling and leavings
was the day you went dead silent again.
There was no reason given,
no words thrown in anger,
no frowns etched in scorned banter.
There was nothing just like before.
There will be nothing from now on.
Nothing comes from a vacuum.
There is a reason.
I am on a quest.
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