On the day i left

Days turned to weeks and weeks to month and in couple of month it would have been a year,
If i wouldn't have made the decision to leave
On the day i left everything was the same the table the flower the curtains all in it's respective places
But was it the faces the familiar faces of them that was changed;

On days like this we feel a little pain
We try to figure out why we couldn't hold on to the place,
Why did it end tragically although it was beautiful at the start
On the day i left i sat on the porch with all the flashbacks and then it rained blurring out the images everywhere.