The lone tear drop

The tear drop that I shed for you;

a decanted dew drop

hovering at my eyelash;

I hold it in my palm,

a tiny crystal dome,

ephemeral in existence,

fragile and tender as a sparrow;

yet how it contains

decades of merciless memories

and monumental moments torn from history,

a colossal heap of ache,

an ocean deep of longing,

some bruised dreams,

a vast echoing silence,

countless incoherent sobs,

long lost trickling laughter,

and a profound life-long love,

imprisoned in that petite sphere

of my sad tiny tear drop!