Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!"
I shouted. "These are the last tears I'll ever cry for you." So you
left.
I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried
tears of frustration.
I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your
voice, I cried tears of loneliness.
I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my
heart, I cried tears of despair.
How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt!
Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered
you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of
gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft
fingers touched my cheek, and bent over for a kiss.
"Why have you come?" I whispered.
"To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you
saved for me."