The Tear

I know what my tears look like. I know what my tears feel like. I even know what they taste like. I never knew what they sounded like. I was lying in bed last night thinking about my mother and I began to cry. As I laid there I could feel the tear running down my cheek. Then I heard it. A loud, solid pluck. Like a raindrop. Then came another. Plunk. Then another. Plunk. They were strong heavy sounds. They had weight to them. The weight of my heart was contained in each tear. The heaviness that I feel every day for months was audible. It made the tears come alive and real. That sound will be with me for a long time.