That turn out to be the good thing in the bad.
The situation’s a bit blurry,
We are both in a hurry,
At September misty morning,
You ain’t picking up at all.
I was left all alone.
No answers until October,
Just silence on entire November.
Sadness turns to madness back then I often question.
But seeing you now after a these months makes me understand the reason.
You turn out to be a totally different person,

So am I.

Way better than the one you met before.
And that turn out to be light in that situation.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour13, Text Prompt13