She stands at the door, to a house that was beginning to feel like home.
In her hand, a suitcase.
She packed all the memories and her clothes in there
and her mind seemed made up on walking out of my life.
I couldn't stop her.
The tears in my eyes, only that, spoke what I was feeling.
and the most painful part is that, I didn't see hurt or pain in her eyes.

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