Her movements swift, decisive walking quickly through their house. Shrouded in a calmness as she packed to leave her spouse. Noting all the things they owned while wiping her empty hands. None of it mattered, she thought in light of their tattered plans. Childhood sweethearts, they’d become a statistic on the way. Love had left them on the verge It was clear she could not stay. No longer young, her back ached when she stooped enough to bend and grab the throw on the bed, a wedding gift from her friend. She looked around in silence knew she wanted nothing more from a marriage that had failed when the wolf was at the door. Suitcase zipped, her bag in hand Not one tear to wipe away Turned from the life she’d once loved There was nothing left to say.
