It
was the
crystal clear
I refused to see
like...
a drop of truth
serum
laying await at the bottom of
an eye

similar
to sticky fingers
eyelashes attempted
to prevent its unavoidable voyage
I
tried
to pretend it wasn’t there
while at the same time praying a breeze
would come to dry it up
before its source could witness
the only surface sign of the pain he caused soul deep

the
more I tried
the more it struggled
to loosen the grip that held it back

the
wind never blew
a breeze
and
a
solitary tear
eased to the tip of weakened lashes
as
salt does
to an open wound
it stung when it met with skin
however
not near as much as
the reason
it was
there

l i n g e r i n g
it
traveled
d
    o
w
    n

a
cheek
once caressed by
an assumed lover’s hand

like...
a
tourist
sightseeing
a resting ground littered with
relationship wreckage

at
the edge of
my chin it d a n g l e d
as if reminiscing for a moment
...then
d
      r
i
     p
p
    e
d

to
the floor
to begin the puddle
for those that without doubt would follow



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