She looked around the house for the last time
before grabbing her soft red sweater off the dining room chair
gazing around
she held a black, and white photograph in her hands
of her once happy family.

Too full of tears for her to stay in palatial like rooms
decorated in the finest furniture
and, each room held its own secret
secrets dripping in rich lush greens
draperies that hung from tall ceilings
making everything appear in perfect order...
on the outside.

She placed the photograph back onto the glistening baby grande piano
the chandelier flickered from above
saying its own kind of farewell
she thought of the chapter in her life that had closed
a life that never really began
and, as she walked out the front door
she wrapped her red soft sweater around her now cold shoulders
managing to toss the postcard he had sent to her from Paris
swiftly into the trash in one fluid motion.