Dawdling Tears

I stare up
As a tear spins at a snail's pace

down my cheek
I think about superior days
And marvel if I'll sense that way again
You glance at me
With those eyes I be acquainted with so well
Constantly solemn, so cavernous and perceptive
As though you're always in control
But not at the moment
Not at this time
Now you look so terrified
Like for once you don't have the retort
I gaze at you
Staring profound into those hazel eyes
On tenterhooks to comprehend
Why you've said those stuff you did
I speculate for a instant
If this is all
A figment of the imagination
If I shall wake in the cock-crow
And be reassured
You look at me
With a bafflement I have never seen
Leisurely heave me towards you
And dab the tears from my cheek