there is the moment.

there it is, lingering, deeply, softly.

where both of your watering eyes leak a single tear

at the same moment.

as if your whole body is in sync.
every part of you feels that same hurt.

there it is, lingering, deeply, softly.

perfect symmetry, a trail left on each side.
and the race begins.
which liquidated emotion shall find its way
down to your chin,
rolling onto your neck,
and wasted on the floor first.