That's all folks...

Easy come, easy go. Easier when you're the one that's leaving...
No looking back. No lingering. Just a hug from the heart, and you're gone. A million journeys over the years. So many goodbyes. But really, only au revoirs.

So, why does my lip threaten to wobble when I hug her goodbye? I can't remember the number of times we've played out this scene together...what makes this one different? We quiver lashes, but don't cry as the car pulls away. For only the second time in my life, it hurts to be left behind.

A familiar and surprisingly patient voice indulges my tearful incontinence, as I render my kerchief unfit for polishing my glasses. A little more indulgence and I'm fit for company, and even handle our final love you's with laughter, albeit unsteady.

Back home, I'm reluctant to break the silence, the throbbing in my eyeballs unrelenting, the mood borderline PMS. The emptiness of the bed echoes within me. Ripping through me. Dredging up the past. Questioning the present. Doubting the future. I feel emotionally mangled. My heart aches for all that's gone awol. It's going to be a long night.