She sits there alone
Day after day
Staring and waiting
For something that can never be
The dirt begins to cling to her dress
Like a stain upon her soul
The white of her dress
Begins to turn yellow
And the flowers in her hair begin to die
The people pass her by
Dismissing her as she sits
At the well of her desires
They slowly forget
Who the woman at the well is
As she begins to fade
Into ash and dust
Who was this lovely creature,
Who waited so diligently?
What was she waiting for
After all this time?
No one remembers the beautiful lady at the well
No one knows why she waited for so long
Only that she was always there
Alone
Staring and waiting
For something that could never be