Tears

The little tear of pain
that slid down the cold window
melted into the puddle of unfeeling rain-
its death unwitnessed, unmourned.

The little tear of regret
that sank into clouded depths of pollution-
the final poison to kill
that crying, withered rose.

The little tear of despair
that splashed on the worn wooden floorboards
laid unnoticed in the quiet gloom of abandonment-
alone till morning dew with it consumed.

All those little tears that cried
with essence of grief of hearts that died,
lie cold in sobbing hands without relief,
heedless in constant love and belief.