My left eye did not see it.

One single lonely tear left my right eye,
Feathery dew on my face
Over the restraining dam of my cheek
Along the right of my nose,
One finger stopped it, at the top of my lip.

My left eye did not see it.
My passengers did not see it.
One single lonely tear,
Welled over,
Streamed its course.

My left cheek dry it lay,
My left eye focused ahead on the day.
My passengers did not see it.
The traffic did not see it.
My left eye did not see it.

My nose tickled by its trickle,
My cheek wet but not fickle.
One single finger gave a dam, that stopped it.