daybreak heartache

a dry wind from the east ushered the sun over the horizon, and she knew she should be gone. she couldn't say really why she lingered, but still, she was there. i'll be gone by tuesday. -- she had been so sure, so rock-solid certain, that the she would be able to follow through on the plans she'd made. that she would be able to do it, this time. she laughed to herself, making a weak humming sound that scarce would startle a butterfly, but proved enough to wake simon's dog. the old hound looked at her with accusing eyes - how he loved his sleep, that old dog did. she stared into those watery orbs, willing him to reveal the story, to lead her to even a mere scrap of the whole, but as quiet returned to the room, so he returned to his dreams, shutting the only eyes that had seen it happen, the only connection she had with the truth. with the same measure of certainty she'd had about leaving today, with that certainty that goes beyond the mind, through the heart, out the fingertips & toes - with all of her, she knew now that she would never leave.