ocean view

she moves to the ocean,
for the view,
but cares less about it in time.
hardly
stares out at the sea
anymore.
she keeps the windows
tight, the drapes pulled
to keep sand out,
the salted air.
what she wanted was this.
but now,
she doesn't care anymore.
the ocean is hard.
as love is.
as anything is that you want
so badly and believe
that it will
make life right.