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I have been left behind The island that once gave me joy now my greatest sorrow

Look. A boast in the harbor reads, “You can leave the island…but your paths will diverge.”

Others left long ago Finding their own way.

I wander. All alone now. This island has never felt so lonely.

I find the chasm and remember, the others crossed it. Every moment I wait it widens.

All I have to do is jump and then I can join everyone else. I tell myself, “Jump!”

Too late… The gap is too wide to cross

Hesitation hits. Do I continue to look for a way to join them or do I find a different route?

A path appears before me. It does not take me across but instead down into the chasm.

Light fades as the sun starts to set. I look outside to see the young apple tree planted only a few summers ago. 

Flowers in spring come, predictable as always. White and small They change with the seasons 

Summer full with its sour green apples 

The apples fall as the summer progresses I try to pick them up as fast as I can but sometimes rabbits get to them first. 

Autumn turns the leaves colors, gorgeous colors, before they fall and are blown away. 

Eventually winter comes. I look outside the window. 

A cycle has passed… All that is left is a twisting apple tree with no leaves 

I killed you a very long time ago.

At such a young age I had no idea

about what I had done.

Even as I write this lament,

I do so with your backstabbing twin.

You would never blame me.

I know that,

but I blame myself for listening to others

when I shouldn’t have.

They told me I was odd,

for using the both of you.

They said I had to choose one.

They wanted me to choose you,

and to spite them, I chose your twin.

Now gone forever

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