The tears welled up in her sorrowful eyes,
They brimmed on the edge of her lower eyelid.
There, the water built up until there was a small pool.
The pools glistened in the dull light.
Suddenly a tiny drop of warm water
Tumbled over the edge of the eyelid,
Like a fledgling taking its first leap.
The tear fell over the dark area below her eye
That looked like a bruise.
It showed off the many sleepless nights before.
The tear caught on the tiny hairs on her cheek.
It slowly made its way down her face,
Leaving a glittering trail behind.
Slowly, slowly, slowly,
It trickled down.
Then it fell.
She turned away from the mirror.