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Why?

Why, Amy, did you leave me like it was nothing.
Why one day did I wake up, a note on the side of my bed, your drawers empty, no early morning smile to greet me.
Why couldn't you have stayed for just a little longer.
Why do I have so many why questions when I should only be asking where and when.
Where did you go, and when are you coming back...