A single tear from eye,
The man ran, as if running for life,
Left all work and stuff he had,
For he knew what that tear meant.

In his house, she sat on bed,
Bandage in hand, cream on the cut,
The cut from knife, was small but deep.

The bell rang, she looked up,
Hurried steps, hurried words,
"ARE YOU OKAY?" she heard the shout,
Her eyes fell on phone, many missed calls.

A sweet smile appeared on her lips,
A sigh escaped, for making him worry, again