Here in the bright morning light. I stand in the doorway watching you leave. You are leaving. You are going. Away. I want to scream. I want to shout. Do not chose this way. This path that you are on. Is leading to destruction. Of your soul. My words are old. Cold. Heavy. Broken. Silence.Unspoken. Pain. Between us. But. Nothing is said. You did not even say goodbye. Slowly. We die. You. And I.