What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair
Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on
It was no use. She broke.
Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor
Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling
They were children!
The drops of water slowly rolled down her face
Eventually falling to the dirt below
And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched
Reality was that both needed more
She emptied herself trying though.
Age practically dripped from his eyes
Narrow crevices in his cheeks channeled it to his down turned lips
Catching on the stubble of his six day old white beard
It collected there until large drops of it plopped to the ground below
Eyeing those around him, he wondered if they realized how quickly time moved
Nothing had prepared him for that rapid transition
Too bad he couldn’t tell time to get off his lawn, else he might be fertilizing it
Wet drops of salty water raced down her weathered face
Ending in a pitter pater at her feet
Every drop carried a little bit of her anguish
Purging her soul of its pain