A Tear- Additions

The image,
I was sitting.
My lips they quivered,
cried for a touch.
When the taste of salt reached,
my lips- my tongue ever satisfied.
Drops they had captured.
Savoured the figures full of life.

Turn the corner- into a room.
A young man does cry,
at the foot of his bed.
Slowly drops land
Placed upon the ground.
Losing peices of himself,
they're fallen, gone for good.
Something that was once so important
-such a piece of him-
How could it be forgotten- lost,
or does he count them as they leave?

Down the street there is a girl,
about the age of 21,
she's crying.
Collecting the tears in a jar,
trapping them, like a memory.
This brings her an idea of forever being,
a tear for a tear.

A study,
love for all of you.
and all of us;
Has brought me to know this very thing,
we love, but forget so well.
It's easier to lose a part of you when-
your heart is broken
or when your skin's ripped open.
All pain just makes you ignore,
the fact of missing you,
Spread across the floor.

I seem to be
the only one to notice.
I'm the observer,
I watch the tears as they fall,
watch the blood bleed.
But the tear is most beautiful.
And to notice this you'd have to gaze-
day in- day out.
Then you will see,
exactly what I see.