Tears

She sits and stares out the window

A freshly made cup of tea sits wafting in front her

she spaces out... not exactly there

thoughts run through like stills from an old projector

there's no oxygen,
she can't breath, she gasps and heaves,
she runs for the door
bursts out onto the open fields...
taking it whatever she could

A tear falls down her left cheek
the one single droplet
trailing down the contours of her face
staggering at the end
deciding to fall further or clutch on to her

they continue to flow now
her lower lip trembles
as she struggles to forget
those memories, those moments

but they haunt her
like they're playing in real life
right in front of her
as if they just happened

time of mourning, perhaps
time of reminiscing, not entirely sure
time to forget, erase, rewrite
but for now, tears, weeping

there's no way of knowing...