Auf Wiedersehen

Auf Wiedersehen

September 05, 2024

I watched her leave.

Slowly at first, as if she might just change her mind, turn around, and come running back.

But she didn’t, and I did not expect her to do so.

The fight last night was the last fight we would have.

I wanted children; she wanted a career.

I wanted to pool our money to purchase not just a house, but a home.

She wanted to travel the globe.

I wanted her by my side, and she wanted me no closer.

We had been “friends with benefits”.

Then committed to each other.

Then committed by each other.

I sued for breach of contract when she divested from the business.

She sued for breach of contract when I refused to fund her hobby of singing.

She could sing well, but not well enough to make someone want to pay to hear her sing.

“Good, but not good enough” was the phrase I used to hurt her.

“Thomas is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there” was her brutal retort.

And now I watch her move out of my vision.

Out of my life.

Out of my mind.