So I let them well up, adding to the weight the bags beneath them already carry. But I do not let the tears drop. For if I close my eyes, I trigger a flood I cannot control. When I blink them into existence, suddenly they become all too real.
But the tears that do not fall, where do they go? What purpose do they serve, save momentarily returning the light to my eyes? Alas, they lose a battle against gravity, in every sense of the word.