Them.

Tears fall from her face
like rain falls from the sky.
She wishes it didn't have to be this way.
And only wonders why.

Why he made her cry.
Why he made her sad.
And why her love was not strong enough.
Strong enough to keep hem there.

There with her and not with them.
Them, them, them.
That is what she thought about all that day.
All that week.
All that month.
And all that year.

There is something.
Something he missed.
And she knew it.
She knew that he missed her eyes,
her nose,
her lips.
And most of all she knew that he missed her.

He knew that had made a mistake.
He knew that if he didn't do that she would have broken up with him.
And then she would of missed his eyes,
his nose,
his lips.
And most of all he would know that she missed him.