Her Husband’s Crossing

"I grabbed my sweater from the dresser, my final article of clothing that I possessed from the house. It hit me right then as I stared at my suitcase, my packing was done, and now I realized that I was leaving the man of my dreams behind. I folded the top flap of my suitcase over and zipped it together, ceasing to no longer see the things that he had bought for me over my long years spent together with him, things that brought me such comfort and joy, joy that had now wasted away. The silence was deafening in that room that day, the room that I shared so many years with my husband. I stared out of the window into the clear, sunny sky, thinking back over all the years that I had spent with him. A tear fell from my eye as I walked over to his side of the bed and kissed his pillow one last time before leaving. I could still smell the all too familiar scent of him as my nose pressed against his pillow. I felt so alone as the silence worsened in the room. I was so used to having him hold me when things got rough like they were at this point, but there was no him there to console my wounded heart. After taking a deep breath, I gathered up my suitcase and proceeded to walk out of the room, a room that had stored so many fond memories of the two of us. I stopped at the threshold between the room and the hallway and turned around for one last long look. I wiped the tears from my face and spoke out softly. 'I will be back, if it's the last thing I do, I will be back,' I whispered to myself.