Cold Droplet

An old movie playing in your head.
As your are humming, and missing what you had.

A scenery of abandoned bed.
A ghost is sleeping,
dreaming among the dead.

Then cut to scene, to a rundown shed.
Something is dancing,
shivering. A vague dread.

A letter and broken pencil lead.
Unfinished writing,
spilled ink, colored in red.

A history, story, filled with regret.
On your cheek, rolling.
Falling,