Last night
I watched a teardrop
slowly trace it's way
across your lovely
cheek.
It hovered a moment
at the tip of your nose
as if to tease me
and make me feel ashamed
for hurting you so badly.
Finally it broke itself free
and came to a rest
on your soft pillow
to join countless others
of it's kind that I
never knew existed.

Christopher M. Grimm