in silent rooms

a teardrop falls

when it falls

it remains unbroken

there is no whimper

there is no sound

as a teardrop falls…

falls to the ground.

in silent rooms

a teardrop falls

when it falls

the moment’s stolen

there is no warmth

there is no light

as a teardrop falls…

this fallow night.

in silent rooms

a teardrop falls

when it falls

regrets unspoken

the silence speaks

the clock stands still

as a teardrop falls

the pain is real.