I put the suitcase down.
she pleaded with me:
"can't i go with you?"
i think she already knew the answer.
"Not this time."
i started to tear up.
i couldn't bear knowing this was the last time we would see each other.
it was impossible to look her in the face as she asked,
"you'll be back soon right?"
no i wont and i'm never coming back.
"I'll try to be back as soon as i can."
i pull her into a tight hug,
knowing this is the last memory we will share.
as i slowly pull away,
tears start to pour from both of our faces.
i open the door and leave the house.
i know if i turn around i'll run right back to her.
so i don't.