Footsteps on unfamiliar footpaths,
we attempt to find our way back.
The rain picks up,
I whisper to the sky,
Perfect timing.
You panic, shove the sugar my way,
I giggle, lift my shirt to hide
the paper bag from raindrops
that threaten to destroy it.
We stumble down the trail,
spin in all directions,
not knowing which trail is ours.
You pull me to the right,
I follow because it's you and
I would follow you anywhere.
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