I pretend you never left

You broke my heart when you left, there was no fanfare of trumpets, no thunder rolling storms.
It was quiet like the last sigh expelled before death.
I had no idea that my soul had been packed between your neatly pressed sweaters and slacks. As you carried your suitcase away, I told myself
that you were going on a vacation and would return. I continued this charade until I began to believe.
Now I'm so good at it, that I pretend you never left.