• I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road...and its not like her to drive that slow, nothings on her radio. Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell...she usually comes right in, now I can tell...

    It had been months since the fights had begun. As time went on, they had started getting more and more violent, to a point where various items were being flung across the room. Little Jeffrey Joseph Rikanov was now almost 7 years old, and he was old enough to understand that his parents would soon be getting divorced. He didn't want them to, but it was out of his control.


    Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time...here comes the start of every sleepless night, the first of every tear I'm gonna cry...here comes the pain, here comes me wishing things had never changed, and she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye...

    Jo had bleached her hair blonde, as well as gotten a haircut recently, and things were not sitting well with her and her husband. A fight had just finished, and she was upstairs packing her things into a suitcase. She had had enough of this. She was going to leave, and nothing could stop her. Not even her son, who was shut up in his bedroom to avoid getting hurt by his quarreling parents.

    I can hear her say I love you like it was yesterday...and I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way. One day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side, and violins would play here comes the bride...

    It was late at night, and Jeff was supposed to be asleep...but he wasn't, due to the fight between his parents. He lay on his bed, keeping his head covered by the covers as he tried to get back to sleep. His large ears flicked at the sound of someone going down the stairs, and he had no idea that his mother was leaving the house. He had a sinking feeling that tonight was going to be different, but he had no idea how different it was.

    But here comes goodbye, here comes the last time...here comes the start of every sleepless night, the first of every tear I'm gonna cry...here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed, and she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye...

    Jo grabbed her purse off the kitchen counter, before setting it back down again with her suitcase. Anger still pumping through her veins, she took off the necklace Haiso had given her for her birthday the year after they got married, slamming it down onto the counter before picking up her suitcase and her purse and heading out the front door. She slammed the door behind her, heading over to the Volkswagon Bug that she had bought about 3 years previously.

    Why does it have to go from good to gone? Before the lights turn on, yeah and you're left alone...all alone, but here comes goodbye...

    She put the suitcase in the trunk, glaring up at the house one more time before getting in the car and turning the key in the ignition. The car started, and Jo backed out of the driveway, heading off into the night and away from the house for the final time. She had put her guitar in the back seat the night before, knowing that the time was coming quickly for her to leave...and she didn't even shed one tear.

    Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time...here comes the start of every sleepless night, the first of every tear I'm gonna cry...here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed, and she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye...