Monday, 30 April 2012

The Drop

Her brow twitches
Her lashes shiver
Her beautiful green eyes they well
They are deep and they have brimmed

And the lone tear it glistens
Too shy to step out
Too pained not to

It stands there on the edge
Waiting and ebbing
At last it takes the jump
And it rolls down

Flowing down the side of her cheek
Lightly gliding on her
Until it stops at the tip of her chin

Waiting to be brushed away
But she does not
And she just stares at the space
The space the void

What has been left behind as a remnant
And she stares at that point
Waiting to see if there will be another there
Who can make another tear take the jump