la première

As the single heated tear spills down my cheek,
I think of you.
And as it is joined by another,
I think of you.
And I think of you,
and I think of you,
and I think of you, until the cascade of sadness
falling from my jaw
comes to an end.
And I am left tearless.
And I am left desperate.
Desperate for one more tear;
desperate for one more excuse to think of you again.