You and I are on an island

Surrounded only by the calm air and splashing sea

I sit on a rock watching waves wash through the sand

With a seashell in your hand, you sit on the beach

Quietly we sit, hearing the murmurs of the water lapping against land

You sit there restlessly, though, and toss the seashell inches beyond your feet

And your eyes are wide, so wide that it scares me

I run on the beach to someplace I can think

But your footsteps are on mine, and so I turn

You grab my arm

"Come back," you say

"No," is my reply and I turn to walk

But you pull my arm and your grasp is too strong

And you won't let go

I look into your eyes helplessly and you smile

"I love you," you say

But your smile is not real.