My eyes hurt with the tears I've been crying for the past three days, when it settled in, when the weight never lifted.
He stands across from the tarmac, out on the street, waiting for the plane to leave. Waiting for it to fly into the sunset.
I look out the window as we take off, gain altitude, carry on with our lives as my world implodes into a million microscopic fragments while Florence and The Machine screams "There's no salvation for me now" in my ears.
The sunset is calm and beautiful, soft orange against bright pink, against soft blue. It's a sunset for the ages. I just wish he was here to see it with me.
But no, he's on the street, across the tarmac, watching me leave.
