That's What Sadness Does

What's left after the excitement and noise and cheers are silence.

Deafening silence.

Falling slowly, creeping to the ground like a brown dry leave floating down at the end of its existence. Slowly, slowly, but with finality, deadly conviction, the force of nature, unbind, without doubt, that it will fall, it will touch the ground.
Oh hell it will.

That's what sadness does.

It will come. It will fall upon you. Blending perfectly into the air particles around you. Forcing themselves into your nose, your lungs, clawing onto your blood cells, running along the flow of your blood, occupying your vein, riding the rhythm of  your pulse, invading your whole being.

There is no way you wouldn't feel it.

You will.
Feel.
Sad.
Oh hell you will.

And for a moment everything stills.

That's what sadness does.