A Heavy Loss

Shadows grow darker as time passes. Life casts a cloud of remorse beyond any conceivable future of happiness. Inevitable confusion boils his brain as he steps into this room of sorrow. Time is so still, tears are but a distant concept, not ready to be discovered. His shoes making the only sound, slightly steeping towards the bed. A blank expression kept his face. His father lay ahead, motionless but sounding off a dying moan. Foam protruding from his mouth; son’s blank mind. Heaved upon his right side, the father gazes into the son. Eyes dilate, and the tear, oh so waiting for its time of conception, rolls down the father’s cheek. Time has begun a new, the tear sanctifies passing, and the son is now left…with an expression of a scar tearing into this existential moment.