Crying

One drop,
Just one,
A small tear drips down her face,
Falls, splashes
Into a little puddle in the fold of her jacket.
Another one follows,
Flowing down the path.
Her eyes are reddend as more pursue,
Deep, deep sighs,
Cries,
Another tear.
The once small puddle
Has grown into a pond,
A stream, a river,
Soaking the delicate material below the coat.
She is all wet.
And she is now drowning herself in a sea,
A sea of tears.