As red as blood,

If you squeeze them,

Would it produce?

Droplets of red, crimson fluid…

A single drop of tear,

Hovering delicately,

Holding on tenaciously,

To skeins of your eyelashes.

Not wanting to let go?

Or embarrassed to let go?

Would it be crystal clear?

Or scarlet opaque?

Who determines them?

The person who grieves?
Or the person being grieved?

The jewel ruby would stand out,

Against your skin so pale,

Will I be able to wipe it away?

Oh, but it smeared!

Why bring upon yourself so much hurt?

You know tender hearts couldn’t take it.

You sacrificed yourself…

Yet,