The disappointment soaking in my heart like water over sanded pavement. It was slowly seeping into my consciousness.
I could hear the word echoing like drip drops of water at the bottom of a well. Deep, dank, dark and bottomless. I understood all too well. I just wanted it to runoff quickly but needing it to sink in too.
But the well’s gone dry, and no tears to drop from my eyes into the well. And, if I look deep enough to seek, I will see reflections of incandescent light at the bottom of the well.