Raindrop

I am that raindrop

On your window-pane 

That awaited your touch.

Though your paltry love 

Could have saved it

In your veil, 

Your eyes loved to witness 

The procession 

Towards oblivion. 

I whimpered, 

But your smug smile 

Confirmed your hatred.

I kissed the dust and you acquired copacetic happiness.