This is how it is to leave

Sometimes you
know you are
leaving.
You have made
the decision
and it is done.
Or you have
just been
thinking
about it.
It's funny
when I leave
something
I have loved
or someone
has left
me,
I remember
a moment
a thing.
It could
be a smell
or
a gesture.
It could
be a song.
And then
overtime
When
that song
plays
or I smell
that
smell
I am back in
that moment.
When I
left my
father
and never
spoke
to him
again
it was
spaghetti
sauce.
When I got
married
and moved
out of
my Mom's
house
it
was
Gardenia.
When
my Aunt
Died
it
was
long hallways.
When my brother
moved
far away
it was
Christmas
wrap.
Boy Scout
Christmas
Wrap.
When one
of my Friends
killed herself
it was
a poolstick.
When I lost
a childhood
friend
it was the
song
Wild Horses
by the
Rolling Stones.
When I left
my husband
it was my
feet on
a hot wooden
deck.
When I left
the signing
of the
sale of
my home
that I had
worked
my whole
life for.
It was
the smell
of old
coffee.
When I
Left my
Dog in
the hospital
to be put
down
it was
me sitting
on the cold
floor.
When I left
my childish
ways and
became
a real
woman
it was
a burning
candle.
So now
as I am
sitting here
at this
meeting,
as you are speaking
and my
heart
actually hurts.
The words
like a
thousand bee
stings.
I realize in
this moment
I am leaving.
Leaving
this,
I am not
sure when
but
its now
been decided.
By my
Head
my
Heart.
The two
things that
never fail
me.
As we
walk
back to
the store
He asks
what are
you thinking
about?
I walk
silently
for just
a moment.
I was thinking
of a song
actually.
What song?
I am asked,
One by
Florence
and the Machine.
Dog days
are over.
He responds
that he likes
this band
and song.
We separate
in the store.
At work.
I smile
to myself.
That was my
moment.
This is
how it
is to leave
something
you love.
But I
know its
time.