The Last Tear

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted.

"These are the last tears I'll ever cry for you." So you left.

I waited hours, but you didn't return.

That night by myself I cried tears of frustration.

I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say.

Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness.

I waited months, but you left no sign for me.

In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair.

How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt!

Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness.

I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine.

A tear of gratitude started to fall,

and miraculously, you were back.

Soft fingers touched my cheek, and bent over for a kiss.

"Why have you come?" I whispered.

"To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me."

From the book Dancing The Dream - Poems and Reflections