Salted sadness.

A slow, single tear rolls
down my cheek and across
my nose but it doesn’t dare
to drop.

Instead it curls beneath,
like myself – curled up,
holding onto the silence,
inching closer with every
uncertainty, dissolving
cold, like nothing, where
my pillow holds my face.
But even then, it is
there … The
invisible line
of sadness

– jl