Alone

He walks through his day until the end

He has to come home to an empty house

No pictures are on the wall anymore

At least not where they should be...where they were

She took them with her, didn't want him to be able to remember

Even a tiny moment that could be tied to a picture

It's a cold, empty place that he has to sleep every night

Alone...

He wakes up in the middle of the night

He reaches over to the other pillow

Empty...not there

She should be there but she's not

She left some time ago, but he's not sure when anymore

But then he has some days

Days when he won't leave this room
These are his favorite by far

He doesn't have to put up a face

Doesn't have to be someone he's not right now

He can lay alone and think about what happened

Though everyday it kills him

A little more each time

He remembers when they went on a midnight stroll on the beach

What a time it was

She had never felt so close to him than that night

What had happened

The ecstasy of the night seemed to blur the memory

What caused her to leave

What went wrong

He doesn't know why

But she made him sign those papers

He didn't want to...didn't need to

He was still in love, like from the beginning

But she needed to go...have her freedom

So he signed the papers

Today as he sits alone in bed

He remembers the feel of the grain on the paper

He paid that much attention

He couldn't believe that moment when she pulled them from her purse

She was leaving, not turning back

Leaving him...alone