Imagine this if you will
Every tear you've caused to roll down my cheek has become a ever growing puddle below me.
A puddle of pain and sorrow at first.
As it grows it fills with tears of anger and fear.
Now a little more time has passed.
Tears have turned to loneliness and regret,
there has become a much larger lake .
It's getting deep and dark these waters below me.
Time is...