come find me
by the backyard forest
and let’s embark
on one last adventure
with no map,
no goal,
no end.
hand in hand:
yours in mine,
mine in yours.
if we have nowhere to go
and nowhere to return back,
we won’t ever get lost.
come find me
by the beachside pier
and let’s set sail
on one last adventure
with no map,
no goal,
no end.
hand in hand:
yours in mine,
mine in yours.
with you by my side,
and me by yours,
we won’t ever get lost.
come find me
when you miss the birds and the bugs,
when you miss the sand and the sea,
when you miss me;
come find me
waiting, waiting, waiting
for you to come back to me.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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