A tiny raindrop came to rest on his tired and weathered face as he tried to remember her. At times, her image came clearly to him, and he could smile again, but in the dark moments, the ones he tried over and over to see never came.
Sometimes, without warning, she would appear but in silence, as he strained to hear her say I love you one more time. Now, as he says goodbye, watching her fade into just a tiny raindrop falling down his face, that single teardrop becomes many.
Mike 2024
This one made me tear up
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