Raindrops

The raindrops keep splashing in my eyes,
Washing away the tears that flow freely.
The slightly salinic droplets crawl down my face,
One after the other, like ants marching.
Each little bit of water falls off my chin and
Falls slowly to the carpet below, almost as
If in slow motion, captured for eternity.
Each drip drops delicately into a precious puddle
putting forward the pitter patter of the particles.
And each drop carries with it a piece of my heart,
And a piece of my soul.
I feel as though my heart is becoming less, and
That the part left cannot be moved.
It's the part with all the love for you, and it's the
Part that made me cry in the first place.