She has tears stored in herself.
Inside the depth of those large
are shelves and cabinets
of glass phials for her many tears.
Some are the sweetest you could imagine
saved for the joy of seeing a mountain road
saved for hearing a song long forgotten ago
She uses some to cope with her bitterness
And some help her drown her sorrow in sleepiness
The ones she loves the most flow with a smile.
The ones she loves the dearest, are all memories
with the purest of delight.