Waiting and knowing…
Like an ocean before us, it rushes forward, then retreats into itself.
I smell it, salty and pungent. Overwhelming.
The truth burns like sulfur in my nose, my eyes water. I look away.
I fight back the tears that come with the knowledge. I fight to appear stoic.
You maintain a calm exterior, in denial.
It is always this way. It is so easy for you to ignore what lies before us.
But I carry the weight of a thousand truths on my shoulders, my knees buckle beneath the task.
Bright as the shining sun, it radiates before our eyes and challenges us.
And I stand alone.