Well of Tears

I sat by a well of tears

Pondering over what it was

On why the tears meant feelings

Feelings devoid of thirst

My throat was parched

The surroundings green

The well swelled occasionally

And so, did my heart

Tears from the deep welled up

My eyes turned foggy and moist

My heart was dully throbbing

As she smiled a sad lonely smile

I asked her the meaning of this

But she shook her head and smiled

She said the truth was defined by its lies

And that lies added value to the truth

It is an old saying, she said

The meaning only remained

While the words were lost

As were most feelings

I asked her if the truth was real

And if it mattered to cattle like us

She looked away to the dying light

I looked at her and saw her think

She finally looked away from the light and to me

As the twilight progressed, she said that it was so

She sat quietly after speaking this and added nothing more

For nothing more was needed

I turned away to the land lay ahead

I nodded to her after a while

She did the same and turned to look

At the pastures where the cattle bred

She seemed to be lost in her thoughts

She had forgotten that I was by her side all the while

We sat in silence as the birds alone chirped

She seemed to think every word has its weight, with which I agreed

The sun was lost to a horde of clouds as the sky turned to crimson

The blood of the sky turned dark as the stars started to shine bright

The evening passed into night and we sat still looking ahead

Two people that couldn’t be more different to the last, yet braved the sordid night