There was the faint taste of dried tears upon her cheek
As he gently brushed his lips against her skin
Tears shed silently in the night
Gentle weeping for what he could only guess
He knew her well
And yet at times she was a mystery
There was a silent part of her that he would never understand
That she would never show
But those tears belonged to her
And to her alone
It wasn\'t his place to disturb them
But simply let them flow
And hold her