Senzo



The clock strikes 5:09 PM, a moment that I would typically be engulfed in the frenzy of work, but today, my priorities have shifted.

I pick up my blazer jacket and suitcase, with the intention of leaving the chaotic office behind. The usual stern and demanding boss look that I give to my employees takes a back seat as I step out of the office, leaving my employees to their tasks without yelling at them.

Outside, the world feels different, and a mix of nervousness and determination fills me as I inhale the crisp air.

My left hand trembles slightly, a telltale sign of my apprehension. The situation with Rose has escalated, and I know I bear some responsibility for neglecting it. I had assumed she would eventually open up, but she never did, and now, I’m racing against time to fix what’s broken, I have put our issues in a standstill for a while now.

Navigating through traffic, my mind races with thoughts of Rose, wondering what she is doing right now.

The shortcuts that usually bring comfort and familiarity now feel like a blur, and before I know it, I’m home. The darkness of the house greets me, and a sense of emptiness fills the air. My heart clenches as I look around, half-expecting to find Rose sitting on the couch or smelling the faint scent of cigarettes.

But she’s not here, on her usual spot.

I place my suitcase in the kitchen, my mind racing with scenarios, but the truth is undeniable. Rose is gone, leaving no trace of her whereabouts. Panic sets in as I search every room, desperate to find her, desperate to know why she left. But she’s vanished, and my attempts to reach her only lead to voicemail.

Reality crashes upon me like a tidal wave—she’s really gone. Rose has left without explanation, and my heart is breaking. Returning to the kitchen, I spot the divorce papers on the kitchen island, and I feel a lump in my throat. As I read through them, her signature confirms the end of our marriage, and the pain is unbearable. I never imagined that things had deteriorated to this point, where she felt compelled to cut all ties with me.

“No,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. The weight of her departure bears down on me, and the shattered pieces of my heart are too much to bear.

I never thought it would come to this, and I now realise how much I took her love for granted. The regrets and what-ifs flood my mind, and I’m left grappling with the devastating reality that I’ve lost the woman I love.