5. Comrade

We rushed ahead to board the plane; while mere sight of
rain spruced up the windows. I thought next summer we’d
return again; the shadows outside left vague innuendo.
She came and sat right next to me. Trepidation etched her
lovely face; she pursued the path ahead in fear.

I held her hand as to efface; to go by me with wistful grace.
Travelers we but roam and rave; between paths and lanes
round cacao trees. As such the plane at last did land; she let
her heart sigh out with ease. Adventure filled our mind and
soul; carried aloft on wings of breeze.

Her image nestles close at heart;
Though we lived but miles apart.

 

 

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