You will never leave...
his words smug, assured.
If you had any pride...
Ragged edges bleed.

One last look at the room...
Door closes
Pride packed, clothes packed
Boarding that plane.

You will be back...
Her eyes close.
A crystal shatters somewhere inside
Teeth clenched, ticket in hand.

Years later gazing at a tree
 a joyless memory,
glass crashes to cement
heart clutched.

That gnarled tree
crooked branches
weathered bark.
Fallen leaves dried with time.

The wind carries them away...