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The woman I love just walked out the door.

Because I can't believe it, I'll say it again.

The woman, who smells of roses and heaven, who has stolen my heart and plays for keeps, is now stomping to her evergreen scented blue jeep.

She's leaving me. She's really going.

And I'm helpless to stop her.

I'm not sure if I even should. If I even have the right.

After all, the saying is 'if you love them, let them go". What was the rest? Something about coming back. Well, I don't think she'll ever come back. It's too late. I loved her and I lost her.

And it's my fault.

The engine is roaring now, filled with little gas and more dreams than this West Virgina sky can hold. It's reviving up to soar down interstates, in to bigger, better places.

Without me.

I'm left behind. I'm standing here, just inside my house, watching out the screen door as my heart, sitting passanger seat to my love, start down the dirt road.

She's really doing it.

I don't deserve her. But by God, do I want her.

I'm just a man. A regular, nothing fancy plain guy who has no career, no dreams. Just acres of land as far as the eye can see. Just a golden sunset colored mutt of a dog by my feet, gazing curiously at the trail of dust left by the woman he had grown to know.

He's losing her. Yeah well buddy, I'm losing her too.

The house looks so empty, without her stuff here. She only took a suitcase or two, but her presence was everything. It was too great to fit in any luggage. It once filled the whole house, made these four walls a home. Now the house is left barren without it.

Everything seems darker. Colder.

Empty.

Everything that I've known has been packed up and is leaving here at a very fast pace.

The harsh wind blows. It seems to rattle more than just the windows now. It shakes the walls, makes the floorboards moan and creak. Each part of this house is just as aware of what's happening as I am. It grieves with me, it misses what we've lost.

Everything.

Anything that matters.

She's gone. Evaporating out of reality and retreating in to nothing but my memories.

I'm evaporating too. Without her, I shall soon be gone, heart and soul.

May the West Virginia winds be kind to me and my own. It's all I have left now.

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