Fused Tears

I see the moon way up high
bidding me to not cry.
It cannot catch the font that
falls aimlessly and why
would it anyway?
It wouldn't
at least that's what I think.
Even if those droplets are falling
close to the brink.
They may make it to the ground
they may dissolve into a small pool.
A pool of salty undiscovered drops.
Drops that only the one who shed
them knows about.
Secret tears of doubt and regret
form a pool below my feet.
Either I walk through it or step over it.
The decision is one I will have to make.