Every tear,
falling,
straight towards the ground.
No turning back,
no stopping.
You see,
Each tear represents something,
a picture
taken in my mind,
of when we were together.
Shining, and shimmering,
beautiful.
Once up so high.
Now tumbling down.
And as each tear shatters,
against the cold hard ground.
I cry harder,
down on my knees.
1000 pictures fill my head,
as 1000 more fall onto my bed.
I cant stop now.
I stop.
Through the haze,
the darkness in the sky.
I realize,
the tears have all gone dry.
But why are these memories still passing me by?
