Often, Sometimes

Dozens of times, each time different, yet each time the same.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing else we can do."

Often at home,

Sometimes at hospital.

Often, there are tears,

Sometimes screams.

Often silence.

Sometimes hugs.

Often phone calls.

Sometimes, oddly, smiles.

Often confusion.

Yet always, as we leave, we leave nothing but an empty, dark void.

And questions. Always questions.

Each time may be different, yet each time is the same.

And each time, I'm sorry.