A Single Tear

I retreat slowly,
gently, full of anger,
back to the car.

I rewind myself,
and watch as cars follow unhurriedly,
mournfully, full of sorrow.

The cars regress,
back to their individual spaces.
Jumping out of their cars, I see people.

I back up slowly,
into the place I despise the most.
The place of final rest.

I plop down,
down into my horrid wooden chair.
The chair so many mourning people have sat.

I'm directly behind my best friend.
I love him. I do.
As it advances on,
a tear falls back in.