A single teardrop.
Nearly transparent.
A witness to mourning and humor,
A mascot of the thoughtful, the healed, the humbled, and the blind.
Tepid with uncertainty,
A disconcerting brine.
Never knowing,
the secret tucked within.
Hidden in a young girl's crying.
I stand here for a moment in time.
Soon to dissipate, leaving only a trail behind.
YOU ARE READING
I tried to write my thoughts. Poems.
PoetryYou know. Poems. About stuff that I live through.
