A single tear forms only
to fall gently down the
slope of a cheek.

It falls, as if in slow motion,
into the pool of life as it
whispers into the night a
lost name.

Beleaguered from this onslaught
of reverie, a single tear is
shed as remembrance rears its
sleeping head.

The tears once shed so many
years ago, find their way back
to the eyes of a weary soul.