Like a droplet moving slowly
down a glass like surface,
leaving pieces of itself;
a trail for more to follow.
Enduring crevices and grooves
until finally the 'kerplop' sounds
a remorse filled satisfaction
upon this statuesque moment.
Fingers grasp my chin raising
my furtive eyes to meet yours,
breathing in this instant
like noxious fumes causing weariness
I shift my balance and straighten
my posture, bearing my burdened
shoulders back, lifting my
wet hand, saying.
"This is all I have left.
This little tear."
Then I flick my hand quickly.
"Now it's gone."
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