Docked

  you whispered to me of how loose lips sink ships
  but I have been harboring some deep and heavy baggage
  constraining me anchored right here
  (remembering the faintness of those words is the sole thing keeping my eyes off of that rope)

  the waves are choppy
  but this feeling is as sparing and endless as all of the oceans and seas I will never see
  (blue forever)