A Tear Drop

    A body of water completely motionless. A serene still blue. Like a sheet of glass, draped over the dirt below. No breeze, no movement. As complacent as a corpse. I stared and he stared back. Is it sad if I hate what I saw? His eyes looked bluer than before, even though he smiled more. Time caught the slow drip as a single tear drop hung over the water. I’ll stare at you for a hundred years, but only when the tear acknowledged me, did time flow and it fell. Singularly shattering the stillness of everything around it. No sound, no screaming. That’s not what it’s ever like now. Just a single action, that shatters the stillness of existence. The ripples graze my toes one at a time. My reflection looks better now. I can’t see his face. Yet, give time its peace and the tear will melt into the pool, and everything will be the same. Has the tear ever fallen? If my memory fails to recapture this moment, will it have ever existed? It existed for me now. Time cannot reverse the ripples. The water will have always touched my toes. Still, no one knows. 


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