A SINGLE TEAR

A POEM WRITTEN IN PROSE I do not draw well, but I can fake it and I’m a great doodler Regardless I decided to draw love for a friend in peril for a friend in need. Nothing common like hearts, clouds, angels, or cupid she is more special than that. I wasn't looking for just a representation of love, a picture of flowers and candles and chocolates the situation called for more . Nor did I want it to be what love might mean with nature at the forefront with oceans and mountains Or beyond nature stars and moons or even galaxies. Affection and even sex is a marvelous part of love but it is not love. There would be no hugs, embraces, kisses or hands holding. I wanted it to be love not about love. I wanted it to be unique at least to me something new something fresh. I practiced and drew it repeatedly and finally, I was satisfied. I drew a tear a single tear that contained my sorrow my fear my shock that contained our laughter our joy our zeal and if you looked carefully if you looked through the tear, you could see it there clear as day my LOVE on the other side of my tear. Armand Hamouth