She tells me about dreams. She says my dreams are helium and balloons, and I've made the mistake of letting go a few to many times, but I still got this one. Tied around my finger like a wedding ring because even though I don't believe in marriages, ...
You better dust off your etiquette, better sit like you did back at whatever grade that made it clear to you that your teachers are not your parents, and that any mess you made remains your responsibility.
It's not about putting forth the questions, it's about accepting the answers we ask for.
We don't always get the answers we want, sometimes a simple look can haunt us enough to know some ghosts need their rest.
