A Drop

A drop of moisture,
slid down my face,
beside my nose.
A sad moment, perhaps
or a suppressed emotional time?
It matters not. I don't care,
my emotions have broken,
my skin and burst from
my eyes. Does it matter?
Yes, it matters to me.
If you don't understand,
it's OK, too, for I am
the one whose emotions,
may lose control of the
moment and when I do,
you will be who I trust,
to prove my soul true.