Those salty tears slid down my cheeks and bare neck.
The levee has broken and the tears spew out until there are none left to shed.
I wait a while and try to busy myself, try to keep my mind off the paralyzing, tear-jerking thought that still lingers.
Yet, alas, there are more tears that fall like a steady rain-storm.
Just like I have no control over the weather, it seems as though I have lost control over my tears.
The tears rest so peacefully at my cheekbone, then slide their way to my chin and tip-toe down my neck leaving the faintest evidence of being there in the first place.
And soon I realize I can't change the fact you're gone. 
Those tears haven't changed anything.