She picks up her suitcases and walks out. 10 years of being, without fully living closes with that door. A goodbye she says with a single tear. A new found freedom and sense of self engulf her with every step she takes, this is the right decision.
Her plane leaves in an hour a ticket in her hand she sits at the bar and drinks. Always watching that is what she has done her whole life, she has sat and watched. Not anymore the ticket represents letting go, starting new and the destination is the beginning to a new adventure in her life. Never has she traveled so far, unfamiliar territory to start over.
hey is this what they call a haiku? :)
ReplyDeleteHeather, are you writing a book???? Sounds interesting!!!!
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