Surrender

She had gone. Back across the country to her family. I would never see her again.

I hadn’t been in her room since the fight. I was packing for Paris, thought I was in love, and stood in the doorway, now open. The light was loud.

I brought my camera in and sat. We watched the clouds come and go, never once looking outside. The light stretched to touch every corner. Compressed to frame itself like a portrait. I didn’t know a room to be like this.

We decided to get to work.