Tripping down, leaving a trail of joy in its wake.

Tumbling from a lash, purely pride.

Dripping from the tip of the nose

Slowly trickling down

Like a cascade 

Comparable to the feeling of hurt

Reaching for something to hold

Those single

Not a single tear has fallen down my cheek
You're gone that's it you are here no more
All the hurt you caused me has left

A single tear traced a path
Down her smooth cheek.
It was not enough to soothe the sting
Of his bitter hand.
He saw the pain