If Only I had Not

In starts and stops it rolls down that little valley between her cheek and nose. Relentlessly it rolls, there being no end to the destruction of its crushing weight.

I put up a fingertip to dam it, to stop its slide, wanting to push it back inside, but it only washes over and around, carrying our hopes and dreams, spilling itself over the edge of her hopelessness with the thunderous force of Niagra.