Tears are strange things. <br />Pearls of salty water <br />Caressing faces with soft healing hands <br />Gliding down the contours of a face <br />Slipping down, down <br />Until they reach the corners of the mouth <br />And then <br />Sliding on, hesitantly <br />Until they reach the chin <br />The edge <br />The plunge <br />Pausing for a moment <br />Clinging to the safety of contact <br />Afraid to be alone <br />A single drop <br />So unique <br />And yet, <br />So common.<br /><br />Elinor Auerbach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-142/
