The trail of a solitary tear on a soft, golden cheek. A silently, searching eye and the sweet solace that it seeks. A deep, desperate gaze from a lonely, longing heart. A despondent, crying soul and a hope it had held from the start. A hand, held out, beseeching a face, in final despair. A look of resignation through lank, bedraggled hair. The trail of a solitary drop of blood trickles slowly along the edge, of a cold, un-caring blade… * Written by Darren Scanlon, 25th October 2020. ©2021 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.