I stare at a teardrop
that now does lie
on my laptop where
my head fell to cry.
A physical manifestation
an emotion-filled droplet of me
now sits in its own lonely pool
unable to soak or breathe.
Just sitting on the surface
on cold shades of silver-gray
does it mistake the monitors light
for the warmth of a sunny day?
Numerous uncertainties fill this head
the cause for many a breakage or leak
the eyes are blurred and burning now
as they've reached their spillage peak.
Pondering, should I wipe this drop
that poured from my depths within
it deserves to be absorbed into something
to feel genuine warmth of love and skin.
I will embrace this tear because
it represents the liquid heart of me
I will give it that which it deserves
To be loved...to be free...
transcendentally
it fell from a love filled heart
I proudly claim belongs to me