I lie on your chest with my ear being filled with the sound of your heartbeat as you slip into a subtle state of unconsciousness.
I am still awake.
Thinking of all the thoughts I dare not say aloud. Thinking these thought of "what-ifs" and barrenness--I felt so empty...so lifeless...so useless. So I begin to shed a tear.
And as that one tear fills the corner of my eye,
it rushes over the bridge of my nose,
down my cheek,
and onto your beating heart.
For a moment, your heart skips a beat and has a moment of silence for the fallen one. Even in your hour of rest, you feel the albatross of pain that is encapsulated by that one tear.
But you don't wake up--
Your chest continues to rise and fall--
And I am still up.
I am wondering if I could get out another tear if I tried--
Nope, nothing.
So I guess that one tear drop was supposed to be a means to an end of my sorrows.
But how is that possible?
