I feel like I’m on an island
all alone,
in this stupid paradise
been here 5 years
since we ran from the corn and ice
but I was happy then
it wasn’t perfect but we had a life
I miss people, I miss talking
in that wonderful coffee shop
you know, the one next
to the bookstore that looked like a vault
instead I’m here
placing blame, saying, it’s not my fault
Now surrounded by palm trees
and endless sun, I’m here
crestfallen, and jumping out of my skin
when the coconuts fall
stopping fast when the lizards zip past
having baby panic attacks in the shower
when distant door slams sound like blasts
But I’m trying – here in paradise
missing your laugh, missing mine
while fixing my margarita or
pouring my wine
I’m here regretting the years
we’ve lost to Old Man Time
I feel like I’m alone on an island
and
I’ll remember the golden aura
around the moon
as you go your own way
I’ll remember all the wonderful
things we wanted to do, someday
here, alone on this island
I’ll remain, I have to stay