should i beg the ocean,
"don't leave me here!"
for my bones are
singing

and i shall surely lose
that, should i leave...
there's no song to
sing where i'm from

least not a pretty one...
not ones my bones
like to
sing

and should you feel
the freckle shaped isosceles
covered skin again? or is
it best left how it is?

your abundance of ambiguities
scare me and even more
the thoughts you think sometimes...
some truths are true.

without the explanation of science....
why can't you believe that?

i want to leave forever.