Her

Tears
The size of raindrops fell from her,
Buckets of blue.
Sobs
The size of thunder boomed from her,
Insides.
Memories
flew back to her.
Words
Pushed to get out her pink lips
She held fast.
She is a red leaf in the fall
Ready to crumble
But bright and colorful.
The Sunday sunset shone through
The window pane.
Tears, sobs, memories, and words
Come to her.
Thinking.
Feeling.
Knowing.