Dead memories

The swing hung from the tree
deserted
it had swung so many people

every day
she came
and sat on that swing
still
until one day
they came
they took it off the tree
and took it away
she stood
watching
under sad autumn leaves
and remembered

now they are back
when she returns
she looks
but can't handle it
she walks
down the road
to a beach
she sits down
on the cold sand
she closes her eyes
and tries to replay
the memories
but more leaves fall
dead