Finality

"It's time",the doctor placed his hand on 
his shoulder, a gentle squeeze, just 
enough to register his sympathy.

The machines beeped and hummed 
as he took his wife's hand, a 
lump in his throat. 

This moment had been coming for 
a long time, bloody cancer. She 
was only 37, too young for this. 

As he sat, she took her last 
breath, a groan and a sigh, and 
the machines fell silent. 

In the silence he sobbed alone.