the moisture goes unnoticed by this mask of a human being.
it glistens and rolls into the small crevice between the ego and the butterfly cage that has been in hibernation, slowly awakening the fluttering of awareness and defense.
the smallest wrinkle reminding me i'm not invincible.
i swat away the feeling to realize i have scared away much more.
the tear dried and unmarked.
i have not forgotten.