Teardrops

A crystal catching light in flight, then keeping it entombed. The ray of light, try as it might, seems now forever doomed. That crystal etches out a trail; erodes a path so sleek. It burrows out a valley in the landscape of your cheek. Its journey, although slow at first, will lead it to your chin. It came from whence all tears are born, from where they all begin. And finally it takes the plunge. It drops, and then it scatters. The light, once bound, is now released and that is all that matters. But still… …I shed a tear, for you my dear, when it’s time to say goodbye. I hate to be your source of pain, I hate to see you cry.