I Asked Her

She told me
she used to sit
alone,
next to the infinite horizon
of the ocean, her feet
sinking into the sand
her tears
clutched in her hands.

I asked her
where they fell from, and
she told me
they always felt steeped
in the weight of the past,
and the untimely death
of her childhood.

Whenever she returns
to collapse
among the memories
and salty air
of the Nantucket Sound,
she confesses, that she can not always
hold them all in.