On the surface of this deep, hollow well, I see coins dropped by someone’s longing some years ago, pebbles thrown by boredom by a random child.
Alas, I see Andrew’s face, smiling, Rem’s closed eyes, at peace, Pearl’s earnestness, My mom and dad’s trust.
I see Gripo’s dark furred face (that poor dog) I see Oreo.
And then the water is clear once more shapes of coins and pebbles piercing their way out of the transparent liquid.
I was left there staring at them for a little while longer before I too took my own face out of that deep, hollow well.