I sit, look out the window. Trees, still green, with clouds floating by. I’d like sun. It would be more mood appropriate.
I keep on expecting her to walk in the door and give a long goodbye speech. Like the villain wasting the opportunity to end the world because he has tell the hero why he is doing it. I ain’t no hero.
I should have been the one to leave. Pack my suitcases, put the keys on the table and walk out the door. A ride off into the sunset. So much simpler.
Instead, now I have to deal with breaking the lease, cancelling services and all the other details. The cost of procrastination, a soap opera instead of a movie ending.
