Fading droplets

Lost in thoughts,
The pearls trickle down.
A resemblance of her,
Festive in her crown.
For whose hope I stood,
Mixed with crowd of misery.
Flirting with the droplets,
I remain the eyelashes plucked.
Winching in pain from defeat,
I retain her smile within me.
She has dissolved in a puddle,
One too many for me to make out.
Lost in thoughts,
The reel shade engulfs me.
Tepid in its form,
Torrential in its wake.