Yet it is so scarce

A tear drop trickles down your face,
a faint smile lightens up your days,
the glint in your eyes adds to the grace,
yet it is all so scarce.

There is a calm outside, that I can explain.
There is a storm inside, that I can't.
Is it regret or is it fear?
I still miss the things that I held so dear.
Am I a fool or just a human?
To miss the things that were never so near.
Everything is here, yet it is not.
Everything is there, yet it is so scarce.