I ask if this meant that you will vanish from the face of the earth. "Yes", you smiled. I shouldn't be surprised, but you clearly remember my fancies and I do little to hide the words that betray where my heart lies. You pull me aside to show symbols that cheapen my affections, and every passing remark and fleeting glance at flawless spines heightens my suspicion that you know much more than you hide. I sought an explanation, but your lips are sealed and you deftly steer my thoughts away from botanical intrigue as you close the books on this treasury and fade away in a final farewell that offered no answers to questions I dare not ask.