The salty tears stream down my face.
Carrying me emotions... kept untouched. Safe.
The drops of rain eak down my windowpane.
Running without form down the streaky glass.
Like scattered dreams, my tears compare.
Falling upon your picture. Silently.
My vision gently blurred.
...Washed in silence...
My cries turn to echoes, fading away
Before they can become words.
