Tears

It starts as just a single tear,
As she pulls away from his tender kiss,
His sweet embrace.
Now nothing feels the same.
Simple things what used to mean nothing
Now hold many great memories.
She tells herself that she'll forget him,
That she'll move on.
She tries her very hardest at it,
But she can't forget the old times.
The hardest thing for her is to open her old notebook,
Only to find his name surrounded in hearts,
And all the quotes that once were so true about them.
She erases the words,
Hoping to also erase the memories.
It doesn't.
Weeks later she still can't face it.
And, every night she stays up crying,
Thinking about what once was.
It starts as just a single tear,
But each night ends with a puddle.