Tears

A Story by Jags

Just a little script on how talkative we are even without words!

TEARS

I saw her eyes fill up again. The last time I saw them full, all I could sense was emptiness. She stared at the floor that she was squatting on like it had chagrined her, promised her entity but rewarded her misery, gifted her pain. Her eyes they spoke, but spoke nothing. The same eyes that were gleaming with warm joy a day before, were now cold, ice cold. All they did was throw out water, every now and then, an attempt to exhaust all the hope in her. But the bitter truth was that none of it was remaining, and if it was, I could not see it. Her lips, she left parted, as though they had intended to voice a notion, but a gentle reminder of the world’s bliss ignorance choked it. ‘Never mind!’ they seemed to say. ‘The world needs no more grief. No one is going to hear, no one will care.’ The room was numbing, or her presence made it so, I wasn’t sure.

But this time, it was different, her eyes did fill up, but I was certain that she wasn’t empty. They did throw out water, it did not seem to be seeking to exhaust her hope, but felt to be making room for more. Now I felt warmth, it was either the room or the tender yet revealing smile that crossed her contently shut lips, I didn’t know which.

A moment or two, and her eyes met mine. That was when I knew that those rolling down her cheeks were tears of joy.

© 2020 Jags

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Hope y'all like it!

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Coyote Poetry

A wonderful story shared. I wanted to read more and know more. You allowed the reader to fall in situation and feel. The sadness and the joy. Thank you Jags for sharing the amazing story. I did like.
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