Knew It Was Over Before You Left

When he talks about his new life, his eyes brimming with excitement, his voice bouncing up and down like children in a fun house, she wants to scream.
She wants to place her hands, the ones that fit so delicately in his, firmly on his shoulders until she shakes the corners of his upturned mouth out of place.
She wants to grab his face and pull it close to hers, his stubble all to familiar beneath her finger tips, and yell so he hears her.
"Don't you understand?" she'd ask. "This is the end. You're leaving and I never got to tell you that I wanted you to stay."