Goodbye

She walked through the empty house.

Her bare feet,silent on the floor,

she savored each step.

Memories coursing through her head,

She swore. Even her blood was sorrowful.

How the past haunted her.

But was she ever really present?

Are any of us?

Every moment,even now,is but a memory.

Yes. Her memories of love happiness and joy.

Gone now. Like the sound of her feet.

Something fleeting. Just out of reach.

Could she say goodbye? Or should she just leave?

The house would tell her. She became certain.

So this is it. We say our farewells.

Gone was the laughter. The joy. Gone.

Which is why she must leave. For to stay would be living in old memories.

She must go. Move on and make new ones.

Wasn't that what she was doing now?