My Tears part my eyes
roll down to meet my eyes
My cheeks try to stop them
awaiting the feel of some fingertips.

One tip stopping it,
one palm holding it
one shoulder to weigh it
and one embrace to let go of it.

My lips are full of words,
they wait eager ears
My hands already stretched out,
awaiting another pair.

I look around for my friend
but he is nowhere to be found.
and now i make a silent retreat
i myself again lonely sad and bound