Teardrop
BY ALICE PANPitter-patter. Splishy-splash. She listens to the downfall crash.
Looking out the windowpane. Staring at the endless rain.
Jumping in huge pools of puddles. Girls together in tiny huddles.
The beautiful blue, shiny sparkle. Glinting like a supermodel.
Periwinkle, woeful eyes. As the spring drains and dies.
The dark blood of crimson red. Lulling her to a dreamless bed. Suddenly, breathtakingly quick. Father’s health starts to prick.
Those caring, wise, loving eyes. And her resentments start to rise.
Why wasn’t he getting a whole lot better? Why is his heart as light as a feather?
She doesn’t worry about the puddle. She worries about her supermodel.
Remembering dancing with pretty gowns. With her father in the middle of downtown.
He now gets weaker and weaker. Now she is the only speaker.
Tears of woe tinge her glassy eyes. Every time his heart thumps and cries.
She thought of the things she took for granted.
Now she madly, maniacally ranted.
“I think this is all my stupid fault.” “This is why he stopped to a halt.”
Her mind is warped with endless pain. She is slowly driving herself insane.
Heart-wrenching, horrible love. Flutters like a sickened dove.
She leaned over his weakening heart, And her worst was about to start.
She stared at the lifeless figure. From his graying hair to his limp slippers.
She peered to where his pulse should be. But no beat was heard or seen.
She shuttered and shook. And she took a weary look.
Over the windowpane. Where it starts to rain.
Pitter-patter. Splishy-splash. She wails with the downfall crash.
Periwinkle, woeful eyes. As wonderful life slowly dies. Everything moved briskly on. When it was a misty dawn.
She threw herself onto the floor, Desperation in her core.
Raking her fingers across her flesh, Red blooms on her skin, pure and fresh.
Disheveled hair, Grieving blank stare.
Curl into a ball, Waiting for a hopeful call.
Though, tears collected in her eyes. As the dove crashed and died.
The heart-wrenching ache. It must’ve been a mistake. But it’s still too late. To change his fate. The teardrop plopped. The raindrops stopped. Her young voice caught. Yet her heart still fought.
