She rose early
Packed a small bag of belongings
And a snack for the road
She crept around the apartment
Moving soundlessly, like a mouse
She found a pen
And a scrap piece of paper
Sat on the couch
And wrote out her plan
Her reasons
Her thoughts, on all the mistakes
She wrote of her fond memories
And all the good times
When she finished, she looked it over
Then looked to the clock
Time was a factor
And the time was now
She rose up, picked up the note
And walked to the kitchen
She put coffee in the maker
Filled it with water, turned it on
She neatly placed the note under an empty, waiting cup
Then she turned
And headed for the door
She bent down and picked up her bag
And took one more look around
She loved this apartment
So many memories
So many good times
But those were long ago
Things can change
This can go south
So she closed her eyes
She took a deep breath
And softly placed the apartment keys on the table
She exhaled, opened her eyes, turned and left
The door behind her
Locked forever
She got in her car
Started the engine
Backed out of the drive
And headed towards the rising sun
She thought about how he would soon wake
To the smell and sounds of the coffeemaker
He would call her name
He would call again
But this time, there wouldn’t be an answer
She pictured him reading the note
And a tear ran down her cheek
As she continued towards the rising sun
© Dicky J Loweman 2015