As we walked through the front door.
Leaving behind the place that only recently became a place of happy memories.
We take heartbreaking steps towards the car.
Wishing we would have enjoyed it even a little more.
A little longer.
We drive , but keep strong.
We grabbed something to eat to fill the time remaining.
We laughed a few times.
Sweet became bitter as we walked upon the train station platform.
A final drag of our sigarette.
The , for now atleast, final kisses.
Both not great at goodbyes.
We try not to cry.
Her heart racing against mine.
The doors close.
The train starts to move.
I look back a last time.
Hoping I oversaw her in a crowd.
I comfort myself.
Knowing that I can say
"Welcome home"
To her again.