A rogue drop of rain
landed on my cheek
below my eye
next to my nose
and tricked my face
into believing it was a tear
So used to crying my eyes have become
That the feeling brought with it
A familiar sense of relief
Like an old friend coming home to visit
Or a first date turning around for a second look goodnight
I let the rain drop
run it’s course
down my chin
Afraid to wipe it away
in case it was someone else’s sadness
too afraid to let go
Someone who needed a cold and rosy cheek
to moisten by proxy
I will for you
gently cry
Receive your tears
and release them