A Tear of Love

The look she gives.

In my direction.

A sign of something to change.

My heart is a choice.

The pain I feel.

The tugging and pulling.

Strain to ask a fateful question.

A step I must take.

I see her their.

And then she’s gone.

The procession is made.

With flowers of death.

I look upon her lifeless face,

and shed my tear of love.