The way someone looks when their spirit is gone

The way someone looks when their spirit is gone

Something I'm scared to write about

I'm standing over his bed after I realize that I no longer hear the slow heavy breaths. I realize that there is no heart beat. He is staring into my eyes, I am staring into his. But, the only difference is - I see nothing. And he cannot see me. I am staring at his pale blue eyes and they are blank, quiet, gone. It is as though he is stunned, scared, hurt. But he is still gone. Maybe his eyes also show peace, understanding, hope. Maybe it is not that false hope, but true, real hope that there will be something beyond these walls we call "life." Maybe all the physical pain he felt is gone. Maybe I was so used to the hurt in his eyes. So, maybe, even though I think I see nothing, there is something there. It's just deeper than I can see, or deeper than I want to see because I cannot accept the fact that he is still gone...