The teardrop gently slips down the cheek
leaving its salty trail upon my face.
Born of the chasm of missing you
it slipped out against my will,
so powerless to stop it.
In a ray of sunlight it hovers,
capturing my attention…
I grasp for the wisp as it floats
beyond my reach
and for one moment of crystal clarity
I remember, and hold still…
The wisp lands, softly bouncing,
upon my outstretched palm
dancing in the warmth of air above it,
barely touches me and I travel back…
I remember youth, remember song
caution to the winds, trampling through life
When the wisp settles
like a flash coursing through me
I feel your heart and wonder,
if, like me, you have cushioned it,
wrapped and restrained your heart –
safe from pain and salvaged for another day.
The future is never certain and we seldom know
the length of our timeline.
Regret is a lonely emotion,
apology often too little
and always too late.
Another teardrop falls…
I cry – for I have lost a gift
one so unique, so dear
that it can never be replaced.
We are foolish, we men
and women of this earth.
Knowing, fully, that life is short
that some things are more precious
than any others
we tread upon them in careless abandon
as if we were children
senseless to our surroundings
to those whom we most love
And cry the lonely tears
of missing what we hold so dear.
4th February, 2013