A tear or two

I feel a tear on my cheek.

I stop crying to examine the sensation.

It slowly drops straight down the center of my cheek.

It doesn't feel wet.

It just caresses my skin.

Oh look!  One comes from the other eye

with the same symmetry.

It starts later and flows slowly but fast enough that I must wipe it off

before the first one even gets close.

They tickle but not enough to laugh.