Every day I hang them up when I come home. Mine on the left. Hers on the right, always a sign to me that she’s home. Waiting for me. But this morning I will take my keys off that left hook when I leave, but when I return and hers are there on that right hook, it won’t be a sign that she’s waiting for me. It will be a reminder that she’s no longer here to leave. That I have begun the long journey of waiting to reunite with her once again.
