On this island, in the middle of nowhere
I find pleasure in my solitude.
The one thing I could never covet (despite the
Never-ending depths of my selfish nature),
Is you and your sweet love
They say if you really, truly love something
You have got to let it go
I would let you go anywhere as long as it’s
Not here. Here, survival is unsure and
The nights are long and cold.
The only thing that I shall take with me,
As selfish as I am, is hope. The hope
That you are happy and safe and warm.
In the arms of civilization, comfortable-
And awaiting my return from this island