Some thoughts on life...mine...mine?

When she had gone away, he had seen her last in a mirror with tears hidden under the pupils. Years passed and he had shunned her in all possible traces until the last when she reappeared again to disappear again. He felt dangerous bubbles filling in the long abandoned water-pipe of his mind. An old kite fell into it. He had lost control over it before she had gone away. The kite revived the teardrop, long lost behind the pupils. He could see his eye through the crystal of the drop once again after a long long time.