You’re the one.
You’re all I ever wanted.
And I know I will regret this—
becoming something different
to place myself among you.
Now they call me white too,
when still my physical skin is gold in the morning rays.
But it can’t capture the branches of this sea,
when all I ever wanted was to escape mine—just to leave.
And I attune myself to your ears,
ask you to please love me like your own—
when your own mother wouldn’t approve of something so foreign,
while my mother would never approve of a boy at all.
They ask me to comeback before its too late,
But I turn for a second and tell them
With my skin already bleached in maple
“ Don't wait for me,
I can’t come.”
Oh, what nomad of love.
What do I grab on
but you and your land’s maple branch?
only the maple tree.