I watched a teardrop hanging in the sky.
Filled with emotion of the moment, it desperately fought not to die.
I found myself wondering how long it could last.
How long before it fell with a splash?
The finality of that tear’s life dawned on me.
Created with borrowed emotion just to be.
How sad is a life never lived.
And yet a teardrop never truly lives.
An emotional chandelier created from released sadness.
A sparkling crown forever falling down.
Teardrops forming broken crowns.
How they shatter without a sound.