But somehow you seem to have slipped out quietly out through the back door. You probably realised you had another purpose and that possibly beckoned you, I understand. And you had to leave. But look at me, I made you my purpose. Like a fool, I am sitting in the living room thinking you were going to come from the back and surprise me by encircling your arms around me as you have usually done. I turn around and call out your name. But all I hear are the echoes of my own voice in the silence. It doesn’t make sense, the short periods of living we get or the outcomes from the choices. Maybe a bigger picture is out there somewhere. I know, it’s the same hope you taught me. Although I seem to have let it fly when I was falling down from high up above. I still sit here wondering why. Ironical, considering it is now that I should feel I am up there looking down at the world.
So, dear Life, could you do me this favour of telling me why you divorced me?