A Single Salty Tear

Came the day he told me he'd found someone new and I stood frozen in both place and time. My heart was as cold as the Winter wind that blew and I recall clouds darkening the afternoon sky. Raindrops fell, but no tears from my eyes. I didn't acknowledge a word he'd said. I simply turned and walked away, numb to feeling anything at all. It was late in Autumn when my love was spurned. I envisioned myself as a single salty tear, one caused by grief that had spilled unnoticed. I was lying perched on the cheek of a mournful clown, whose smile had been painted on, upside down. I was hoping to leave my sorrow behind after I'd fallen into the dirt and buried in the ground.