Shadow of a tear

I stroll through the forest and feel as though I am watched.

All of my living experiences sometimes I feel have been lost. 

This thing that sees me and knows I am here,

is slowly dripping from the branches of the trees,

and as I focus upon its image I am not surprised to witness the glistening of a tear.

I sometimes walk in the park amongst the homeless benches and flower laden trenches.

A strange shudder shakes my bones as if I was not alone. 

Then I know I am being stalked adjacent to where I stand, 

I see the shadow of a tear peeking around a soldier’s statues hand.

Wherever I go, what ever I do, a tear from the past keeps me subdued.

It may be sad but it is true , the tears born from that which you grieve will forever follow you.