It runs

When my head

Lays on its side

A pillow

Softening the blow

I wonder about time

Sad moments

And the questions return.

A single tear

Runs from my eye

Finding a trail

Along my cheek.

I wonder about time

And how distinct

A moment exists

When torn apart by thought

We bury the truth.

We forget that

Human error

Is meant to withstand

The pain of

One tear.

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