Inside the white picket fence is a small white house with reddish-brown framing around the windows and doors. Just an ordinary house, tedious and plain. Inside that house is emptiness and loneliness. The only one that lives there is the old woman. The old woman stands in the kitchen looking out the window while she is on the phone with her daughter. The old woman isn't very talkative ever since he has been gone.
"How are you doing Mom?" asks the daughter, "And don't lie to me."
The old woman sighs. "Oh I'm doing okay, don't worry about me." says the old woman, "I'll be fine."
"Mom, you don't have to lie to me." says the daughter, "You know you can talk to me about anything right?"

"I know sweetie, it is just too hard." says the old woman, "But that's enough about me, how are you and my beautiful granddaughter doing?"
"We're good, she just started high school the other day," says the daughter.
"Oh goodness, time goes by to fast, before you know it she'll be gone, off starting her own life in some other town or state, just like you did," says the old woman.
"Please don't remind me, I don't even want to think about that yet," the daughter says as she chuckles a little.
The old woman also laughs a little.
"Well Mom, I should probably start making dinner for Jenny and I, so I'm going to have to let you go," says the daughter.
"Okay sweetie, talk to you soon," says the old woman. The old woman hangs up the phone and stares out the window for a bit, then she turns to the living room and slowly walks in.
The old woman sits on her old brown couch looking at the old black piano she used to play. She misses the beautiful sounds it used to make. But she just can't bring herself to play it again, she feels as though the pain would be unbearable. The old woman turns her attention to the old desk next to her beside the couch. She remembers the days when he used to sit there and do his work while the she played her piano across the living room. She misses those days, misses the times he would turn away from his work that he loved so much, just to tune in to her beautiful music, just to watch her graceful fingers press the perfect keys for the perfect sound. He had always admired her music she thought with a little grin on her pale, wrinkled face. The smile quickly fades when she notices the sheet music to his favorite song, still sitting open on the piano. It has been sitting there untouched since their last day together, she doesn't dare move it. The old woman quickly turns away before the tears begin to flow, she hates crying. Then she sees the little old rocking chair out in front of her, on the old yellow rug, and immediately cheers up a bit as she remembers the days that her granddaughter used to sit on it, laughing and playing. She misses those times too. Her granddaughter is too old for that now. As she sits in her living room thinking about the good times she becomes lonelier than ever. The place feels so empty. She wishes she wasn't so alone all the time. But ever since that day she played his favorite song to him, the old woman has been alone.
The old woman could hear the loud train, whistling from a block away. She sits and listens to it fade away as she wishes she was on it, fading away from this place with it. She wishes she could go somewhere far away and never look back. Maybe she would find happiness again, she thinks to herself. But she can't go, she doesn't have the money and she could never leave the house that she and him spent their lives together in. They raised their daughter together in that house, it just wouldn't be right. Where would she go anyways, she wonders. There are so many places out there. How would she choose? Another train passes by, coming from the opposite direction. She knows that was a sign. A sign that she needs to get out of the house with all the reminders of him. A sign that she needs to go out and try to find happiness. A sign that she should move on. She gets up, packs a small suitcase, grabs all the money she has, and just walks out the door. When she gets outside she quickly turns around and goes back inside and reaches on the piano for the sheet music of his favorite song, she hesitates before she grabs it. That music has been sitting there for over a year now and she has never brought herself to be able to move it. But today is a different day, today she will live her life the way she was meant to live it. She slowly grabs the sheet music and holds it to her chest as a tear glides down her cheek. The old woman walks out her door for the last time. Once she is outside she turns back to take one last look at the house they spent their lives together in. She smiles and walks toward the train station. She is moving on.