Story Of A Tear

If tears had stories this would be it.

Story of a Tear

A silent truth escapes my eye

Making its own water-slide,

Slipping and falling down my face.

It creates a winding road,

That takes a sharp turn at my cheekbone

And a twist at my cheek.

After making it’s decent,

It waits at my chin,

Waiting to drip

And soak into my shirt,

Dabbing it with a barely noticeable splash.