Walking away

Chicago, October 15, 2022. It was 8am - windy, like always. I was in a car, parked across from what used to be my home. Waiting. My ex-wife was flying back from India with her mother. I wasn’t there to say goodbye-I just needed to see that it was real. New York, October 16, 2024. Two years later. I was walking away again. This time, from what could’ve been love. I’ve done a lot of hard things in…