Finally I faced the emptiness and forced myself to bleakly confess, Why do I persist in all of this, when what I really seek is quiet bliss. I yearned a new morning's start. I broke away to a new place and time and space. Now the loneliness I feel allows me the chance to finally heal. I always forget that part of November, when birds stop chirping, and frogs no longer croak in the evenings.
Autumn becomes a faded glory, a memory in orange and brown.
In November nothing grows, and only the morning doves greet the dawn, which comes much sooner than I thought. Wandering and pondering, Years on end. Eternity of searching, For only one gem. I've seen her before, Time and again. We became and remained, Distant as friends.