Goodbye For Now

Why Me?

"Click"

The sound of the door makes as I open it. I walk in with all of my tour bags.

"Honey, I'm-"

I immediately cut myself off. Realizing no one's home, and no one will ever be. No pitter-patter of dog feet, or barking as I walk into a door. No more 'Welcome home, hunny!' from the one girl I thought would be my forever.

I continue walking throughout the empty house, reliving every moment I had with her. Thinking to myself, 'What did I do wrong? Was it something I said, or something I did?' I walk past all of the awards with our names engraved on them. Soon I made my way to the living room. I look at the table, and stare blankly

at our wedding picture. I should take that down, but I can't. It's

the only thing I have left to remind me of the times that I was happy. I want to cry, but I can't either. I haven't cried since our divorce two months ago. I haven't seen or heard anything from her since. The last thing she told me before she left was, 'Goodbye Charles.'

"Why me? Why does everything happen to me?"

I say to myself over and over as I head to the couch. I miss everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, her beautiful eyes. The way she told me 'I love you.' It's all gone. I continue staring at that picture until it's engraved into my brain. I look back over at the clock. It's only 9 o'clock in the morning. I haven't slept since we left Philadelphia last night. I get up and walk to the table, grab the picture of us, and head back to the couch. I put it in between my head and my arm, as I fall asleep. Hoping that when I wake up, I won't have to experience what I hope is a dream.