All was dark and silent save for the silent sobs,
the barely restrained desperation washing over unshielded unprepared hearts.
I felt an ache in my arm and realised I was holding myself so tight,
I was sure if I let go I would shatter into a million pieces.
I could feel the waves roaring against my restraint,
the sea of pain inside welling boundlessly.
For he was gone, and with him his wry humor, strange beard and wacky ways...
Without permission and unappologetically he was gone,
He had taken with him the sun, wilted the flowers and snuffed out all light.
For he was always that way.. taking up more space than was his,
Filling places he had no right to, pushing boundaries causing waves.
His eyes would twinkle with new mischief and we were sure to see a new disruption.
And now he was gone. And that was that... even after the credits....nothing!
We slowly filed out of the room, avoiding each others' eyes, afraid of what we would find there,
and the forced intimacy of recognising one's own grief in anothers' eyes.
