Interesting.

He watched from in the distance,

Waiting,

He saw them standing there.

He knew what he wanted to do,

His fingers tightened there,

Grasping the object in his palm tightly,

So much that his hand slipped and a small trickle ran down his hand,

It burned,

But not as much as the tear that fell from his eye.

Others soon joined it,

And he just let his hand fall open.

Letting it fall to the ground,

They didn’t know he was here.

They never did,

So what difference would it make?