The Third Kind

A drop of tear here, a drop of tear there
Soon you start losing count
The pain becomes unbearable
Impossible to surmount

A love lost is nothing new
Almost everyone has to see that day
No matter how hard you try
Can't keep it for long at bay

But herein does the similarity end
With different people acting differently
Some smile their way through it
Others cry inconsolably

But what of the third kind?
The ones who remain silent
Without a hint of emotion on their face
Hanging on to their lover's very scent

I know of a similar man
Stuck in the past is he
Refusing to take note of the change
Hoping to bring it back maybe

A little old fashioned I'd say
In a generation that switches lovers on the go
Such foolishness can be found only
Perhaps in Shakespeare's Romeo

His days pass by waiting
For that one phone call
From the woman who once loved him
For whom he was the one and all

The one who taught him to love
And took it all away
For her does he wait
Every hour every day

With every passing moment
His prospects grow bleak
Actually its a loss for the world
When a believer's faith in love becomes weak

A drop of tear here, a drop of tear there
Life goes on and how
A wait till he breathes his last
That's all left of him now.