I look across the driveway as I
pull down the window shade.
It is dark;
no one is there any more.
A wave of regret courses through
my body,
an ache deep within.
It's a relief.
I miss her.
Freedom is nice.
Doubt nags at me.
Does she feel abandoned?
Is she happy?
Did I really have any choice?
The day would have inevitably arrived
and the outcome might not have
been so positive.
She is at home in her new surroundings.
At home in familiar geography
she no longer recognizes.
She just knows she is home.
How long will it take for the doubts
to disintegrate and I am truly free
to embrace joy
once again?
