A Solitary Tear

A solitary tear flows,
in and unhurried,
descent down my cheek.
Yet I do not know the reason.
For it existence.
I'm happy,
and someday I should consider,
myself lucky.
But you don't know the despair,
that has gone on within this mind.
For many years.
Fear of being unloved,
and terror of lost friendship.
Worry not, for already my hand,
has risen to brush away,
that one solitary tear.