sometimes the most unlikely things will prompt something worth hearing.

i threw out
your white tshirt with my leftover sun and yesterday's news
i sat on the bench with my cappachino and legs crossed
and spoke to the man who came to gather my bags
he wanted me to call him 'captain'
so i asked him if he'd ever been lost at sea
and he told me
of how he loved as much as a human heart can love
(which is as big as this entire world)
a girl who was nineteen.
with her long blonde hair,
she mesmerized his eyes like the clouds do the sea
and made him see her dreams
as big as this entire world.
one day she left his little eyes,
kicking sticks down the road,
leaving him to search on his tiny sailboat.
'clear your eyes,' he said to me
'they're cloudy.
come back, come back in from the sea'.