The Weight of a Tear

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When I feel the weight of it,

a ghost of your name lodges in my throat.

A silent, endless line of tears

threatens to break the world since you chose to go.


I wish to cry,

just once, to let it all escape.

To make this heavy heart lighter,

and find my way through this painful shape.

But I know that nothing will change,

that the ache will stay,

for you are still gone, and I am here alone.


Sometimes,

a single, quiet tear escapes my eye,

as if to whisper softly,

"I miss you...a part of my longing."

It is a tiny, salty pearl,

not a relief,

but a small thread of hope.


This single tear,

though small in form,

carries a memory so immense,

like a universe within it that says,

"There is still a love to hold on to."


And I know,

this tear is heavy, too,

for it shows me that my love is still alive,

and I still feel

that unceasing beat of a heart

that will not stop missing you.

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