Vivian

Bare feet, out the car window
On a break from work
She comes to mind
I think of her, in her little kitchen
I wonder
Did she ever feel this way
The way I do today?
How does she feel now
About the choices she made
Contemplation
Crossing that line and asking her
To tell me her real story
In her own words
Wondering what she would say
If someone set her free
And does she even think of it that way?