A single tear
traces its way
from my eye;
a memory from another day.

The wet course
of the liquid gem
glistens like dew
on a red rose's barbed stem.

The memory stirred
of a time before
I was alone
when in my face slammed the door.

The tear's journey
mirrors reflection
of the sadness
I spend in complete dejection.

Why she left
I'll not know:
but for her
the tears of mem'ry will always flow.