I know she has gone ... but the room still shows her hand. The artfully arranged flowers, the magazine rack where she lingered. I can still smell her fragrance -- the scent of summer flowers. I thought, why is this, when did it start ...yesterday?  When? So long ago we existed, barely speaking ... indifferent to what we knew. Yes, we knew it would end and, seemingly,  neither could leave. But today that changed, as she was packed when I awoke. Ahhh, the irony... she fixed my breakfast and, while I was eating, I heard her drive away. I know not where she went but she took part of me with her. As I prepare to face the day my shield is so noticeably gone. The walls are hollow and mocking. I have a hurt that will be so hard to overcome. I wonder if she will be okay... and I'll wish it was as it was because it's so cruel to be alone ... written by Klogger1