The Tear

Pale liquid, with such meaning
Salty tasting, drenched with feeling

Warm to the touch, cold to the heart
A race down the face, a river of art

A shadow-less mass, a drip of remorse
A droplet of pressure, falling with force

A burning cheek, wet with confusion
A cry for attention, a simple illusion

A collection of emotion, dropping with haste
A small part of you, never replaced

A painting of sorrow, an image of fear
A creation of loss, held in just one tear