as my tear drops slowly towards its inevitable crash with the floor...
a part of me goes along, each drop signifying one step to that door...
the exit of the pain, loss, sorrow and grief for all those dead...
specifically for those whom many wretched tears have been shed...
i'm going to cry until i forget the very reason for which i'm crying...
i'm going to cry until i forget the horrors of imagining them dying...
but for now, i'm left with only the salty taste of tears on my lips...
and knowing that to get to that door, its going to take many more trips...

-i miss you-