A Wasted Trip
As he blinks a watery mass tries to escape,
it's no longer a pool as it starts to take shape.
A single tear, it begins to roll down his face,
so elegant, she moves with such beauty and grace.
Dancing down his cheek, clinging tight to his skin,
excited and giddy as she gets to his chin.
Falling through the air the tear is in awe,
so joyfull and free till she noticed the floor.
"But he's happy!" she thinks "I shouldn't be here!"
and with a silent splash she then disappears.
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