What's a tear?
It's a blob of salty water in its ironic pureness and feeling.
I had second thoughts but I had to let you go. You were suffering. I had to let go.
He stuck a needle in your leg and down my poor beating heart. My pink dress floated in all its grace. The tear came. And more. My heart wrenched.
I shall never forget you, Bruno, my dog. My heart is not with me, it's with you. Years old and growing, from the age of nine I lost you, it shall forever beat with you.