The distress it has caused you
Death has begun.
The face withdraws, the milk evaporates and the conversation goes on
But death has begun.
Darkness has begun
There, in the full jonquil-blaze of the dinner table candles.
A spot no bigger at first than that first drop of spilled milk
By the day
By the week, the month
Until it has blotted out everything else
Until all is darkness
Until there is nothing but darkness