We arrived on the island together,
Your hand in mine,
You gestured towards the palm trees,
Along the shoreline.
I ran off ahead,
The widest smile spread from cheek to cheek.
I threw my head back with laughter,
As I began to sneak.
You still hear the crack of twigs.
Suddenly, I freeze.
I hide among the branches,
Behind the trunks of the trees,
I wait a few seconds,
You’re not in my sight,
As I peak between the leaves,
I begin to feel fright.
I run to the beach,
Trace the footprints in the sand.
I see four enter the forest,
But two return across the land.
I don’t know what to think,
I just feel so naive.
Did you take me on that journey,
Always with intent to leave?
I make my own way back,
Frustrated and alone.
I had let myself fall,
But now I think I should have known.
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