One tear, one salted, crystalline orb, one drop of hope, or love, laughter, or despair, one passing moment, or memory that will last forever, one day, you and I, forgotten pasts, rekindled tomorrows, a flame of passion, a fashion for the dramas of love, and a moments hesitation, before it all begins again.
One drop in an ocean, one emotional drama, one second of regret, or compromise, as a hand doesn't quite touch what it's dreaming of, and goes home wondering, unsatisfied, alone, and all the time the clock keeps running, until the tear has traced so many contours that it has melted into a memory.
