i want to stand besides you
on the shoreline
let the waves kiss our toes
think about how small we are
how deep the ocean really is
(we've no idea)

but here i am,
in brooklyn,
alone.
listening to the neighbor's smoke detector go off,
again.

and often
well, sometimes,
i find myself wondering
if i'm doing this wrong.
if i should've left the city
and returned to the oceanside town.

well.
it's too late now,
no sense in looking back.

so,
i guess i'll stay here,
listening to the city sounds.

or,

maybe,
i'll find somewhere new.

a different ocean to stand near
or
maybe,
instead,
it's a lake,
or a pond,
or another city.
maybe
it's somewhere in another country.

i've no ties to this place
(or anywhere else)
nowhere to lay claim to.
so,
i'm floating,
and
i'm free
and
it's both terrifying
and comforting
to know.