One Last Tear

I lie here.
In the dark….alone.
Struggling… not to think.
Because thinking doesn’t work.

I lie here until I feel a single tear…
slide down my face.
I hear it softly hit the pillow.
Then I feel the tear trickle down my arm..
And hear it hit the floor below.

A sad sound.
Because that one tear..
was once filled with a thousand hopes and dreams.
Hopes and dreams of the innocent.
Hopes and dreams of what could have been.

I fall asleep to the sound of that one soft tear.
Echoing in my mind.
I awake the next morning to find..
That the tear had stained the floor below.
Just a small stain..
Nothing now but an insignificant reminder
Of a lonely dried up dream.

Erica Ivory