Pain and time swirl together within me in a whirlpool of emotion. The world is silent but all I can hear is weeping. Hearts breaking.

What do you do when something precious is taken away from you so suddenly? I don’t know. I wish I did. Then maybe, just maybe, I could heal these wounds of mine, and the wounds of those I love so much. But sometimes in darkness, even love loses its warmth. In darkness pain is all that exists. Tears are the waters of life. Questions lie undisturbed. Answers are a mere concept.
Lost. Confused. What to do, what to think. I am numb, yet I feel everything, every twitch, every tear that falls to my feet. Every other sounds are muted, expect for the sound of gentle splashes against oaken floors. I do not even bother wiping them away. All this suffering merely means that what I lost meant something to me. Something special. I’ve counselled many, offered my shoulder and advice, but now that I’m on the receiving end, I seem to have trouble accepting my own words. I can feel them caught up in my throat, but I push on.
What do I do? What can I do, but wait for this pain to go away, and the memories to replace them. The sun is now rising, but I cannot see its light, nor feel its warmth. For now my only hope is for these tears to run out, for the weeping in the next room to quieten, for the hurt to numb into nothing, for something,
Maybe the pain is just here to represent the value of this gift that I once had but now slipped away. I cry because of what I’ve lost, and I ache because I remember what I had.

Time is trickling through into oblivion, each second, each moment slipping away. Sometimes we realize it. Other times we don’t. Time is what defines us. Without it, we cease to exist, and we cease to matter. Time, or lack thereof, is what defines life and death, it defines what we prioritize and defines how we act to influence others and the world. Time is uncontrollable yet the things we do in the time we are given is completely up to us, the individual. Sometimes it takes a loss to realize that.
I can feel and see rays peeking out from behind the parting clouds, lighting up the sky once more as the world descents into dusk. I sense you smiling back down at us. I can picture it now; the stars are the twinkle in your eye when you laughed. The echo of a laugh I will never hear again, but a smile that will be forever etched in my heart mind and soul.