i watch the last box go into the truck and it feels like a piece of me just got pulled out it’s like a quiet hum that used to fill the house all the time just suddenly stopped and now it’s just this big EMPTY space i used to plan our Friday nights around her schedule now my days are just a long stretch of nothing stretched out like an old sweater and i can’t help but think maybe i pushed her away a little bit too much with all my advice my constant worrying about her moving so far away for that BIG job now all i have is this silence and the echo of what ifs... and the smell of her perfume on a scarf she left behind it’s like a little ghost in the hallway