They thought I could deal with it, that I could bear the pain. But no, the impact was too much to take in.
Looking into his eyes that were as dark as a moonless night, I searched. I searched the depths of those stony eyes for some flicker of movement, of recognition. Hoping against hope, I tried screaming at him, shaking him. Anything and everything that’d wake him up from the trance that he seemed to be in.
His eyelids drooped, veiling the eyes that had never failed crinkled at the edges with that big, warm smile on seeing me- now close shut forever. His loving arms that were my only safe haven, my asylum during my tough days, were ripped away from me. For the last time.
And now, in my life, is this blank space which shall never fade or be filled.
I miss you.