Heartbroken

 

The air was saturated with tears, and laden with grief. I shuffled my way through crowds of black gabardine, and pearls of sadness. The heat in the room was heavy with the exhalations of sorrow and choked down pity. How does one mother greet another who has just lost her child? Our eyes meet, and I am she in her reflection. Tears brim, and trickle down my cheek. We hug, and she shakes with the hollowness of her empty womb. My words feel vacant and lackluster. I can feel the anxiety of others queuing up behind me, and I retreat. She takes her place once again; eyes pointed towards her son.

 

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