a steady gaze upon the door
like she’s forgotten what they use it for

I try to ask, but she’ll rebuke:
“You’re not from here, you’ll never get the view”

spending lifetimes afraid to flee
the self-made confines, dreaming of the sea

I had the thought, just like the rest
inside a moment far short of my best

too human not to tell her so
and deal in theory past the things we know

but consequence is far more real
than mere advisers ever have to feel

I should’ve listened, should’ve seen;
I should’ve let her linger in the dream.

I scribbled this one down last night, sort of stream of conscious, though, so don’t beat yourself (or me) up if it doesn’t make sense.

- just a little off-the-cuff material for someone I hardly know, another person I know well, and someone else I’m sure I should’ve known better.