Our final fight

Before she walked out she turned to look at me one last time

And in that look the love that resided not only in our home but in the heart of me was gone

While walking out her natural elegance was still there almost flaunting her new found freedom

Even in dragging my bleeding breaking heart behind her I couldn't help but marvel in the angelic form her every soft curve so familiar but also so foreign

As she reach the door I knew floating grace that had blessed me every day with her presence was moments from exiting our life leaving me to myself once again

The door was shut lightly behind her
And I listened to her steps on our walk until the stillness overtook me