Little Dreamer's Eyes

Puddled up around my eyelashes, my tears collect before they stream down my face. They catch the corner of my mouth on their way to my neck where they pool at my collar. Illuminated in the light, they rest before they begin to dry and turn dull against my skin, tightening it, leaving the salt behind as an impression of my emotions for you to see.

I begin to open my lips to speak as one dangles from the top and misses the bottom as it runs into my mouth and I lick it off with my tongue. I can taste my emotion and you can see it in my eyes.

You kissed me goodbye.

And you could taste it too.