In the dark of night when I was sleeping, you packed your suitcase and you walked away. In the quiet of the night I awaken, reach over to where you lay, only to find an empty space, not knowing yet you were gone for good, waiting for you to come back to lay down beside me. In the dawn of morning, I realized you were gone and you were not coming back, your suitcase was missing from the closet and everything you owned was gone as well. I blamed myself, I told myself it was my entire fault, if I had only been a better person you would never have walked away. I am in denial, so I tell myself you will be back tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. Three months later, I found the note he left for me, it had fallen behind the dresser, and it simply read I am sorry, but sorry doesn’t always make it right.