
The wetness of it.
Where it come from?
I thought she had forgotten me.
Blurred from its formation.
I hadn’t noticed she was present.
Not until it streaked my cheek.
A tear.
Not of sadness.
The tiny burn in my eye is from my lady.
Lady Joy.
I’ll always love Lady Joy.
But, I haven’t known her for a while.
We are not as close or in love as we once were.
But every once in a while, she shows up.
To remind me just how much I appreciate and miss her. | MS
