Every time something falls into the water, all we are left with are the drops from the splash

Almost as if the ocean shed a tear from the pain

I dry and preserve the drops so I never forget them

They lie here and twinkle in the sun. You can maybe catch one of the sparks before the sun sets

The teardrops that won't dry I like to put in a drink. In the glass they get to twinkle just as much as the dried ones