“Why didn’t I ask”

I saw her walking out the door.

A bag in her hands.

I didn’t understand what was happening.

She didn’t say anything.

Just left.

I thought she would be back soon.

I didn’t realize she had left forever.

Or maybe I didn’t care.

I didn’t ask what she was doing.

I didn’t even ask where she was going.

Why didn’t I?

I sat on the couch and looked at her as she came down the stairs, bag in hand, and then I watched as she walked out.

Not once did I ask what she was doing.

Maybe I didn’t care.

Maybe I was sure she would be back.

Why didn’t I just ask her?

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