I face the people.
Ignoring their steady looks
Ignoring their whispered words
Ignoring their caution never there before and
Ignoring their curiosity of why you left me.
All the while knowing I have to keep going.
I face the night.
Arriving home to a dark house
Arriving home to a half empty closet
Arriving home to no truck in the drive and
Arriving home with tears in my eyes.
All the while knowing you're not coming back.