The Tear that Wants to Fall

 

 

Cries across an open room

Voices fading together

A hundred part symphony

The players unaware of their role

 

He sits alone in the center of it all

Silent

Watching

Listening

Drinking in the moment

He loves and hates it

The happiness all around him

Hides the pain inside

 

Swallowing the lump in his throat

he scans the room for the hundredth time

Searching for something

Unsure of what it is

Just an answer

A beacon of hope

 

Trying to dull the pain

It only makes it burn

He fights back the tear that wants to fall

 

He takes a sip of the water in his hand

Shoves the uneaten food away

 

He stands and starts to walk

Pulls the cigarettes from his coat pocket

As he grabs a match he thinks better of it.

Throws them in the trash

He is done running

Done hiding

Done pretending

 

The lump comes back

He takes a deep breath

as the crisp breeze hits his face

With a smile he steps into the street