I saw her walking out the door.
A bag in her hands.
I didn’t understand what was happening.
She didn’t say anything.
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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