It was easy to leave. To toss the few belongings he had into his old sturdy and trusted suitcase and phone the local cab company. Having the number programmed to his little TracFone already made it that much easier. After all, he was "The wanderer". At least he sure felt a strong resonating connection to Dion DiMucci's hit from the early days of his youth.
The tune starts with that familiar ol' tempo in his mind, the unmistakeable smirk in Dion's voice came through his lyrics, "when they ask which one I like best, then I rip open my shirt with a Rosie on my chest! I'm the wanderer...." grinning to himself, he hums a few more bars.
Then he is suddenly transported back in time as he closes his eyes. Back with her. It was their time, him and Rose. And boy did they have good times too! Their favorite album playing in his ears, he can see Rose dancing there in their old living room.
She had a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other, with a smile only she could smile- with...