She sat on her island of one.
She scoured the depths of a sea of emotions
For two years before she found it.
She drew a map…
A map of the treasures found along the way to herself.
Upon her arrival she promptly cast the map out into the sea.
She watched it float until it was no longer in sight.
Would the current pull it under,
Or would it wash ashore somewhere
In the distance when the tide rolled in?
She left that decision to the ocean,
Confident she’d be happy either way.
The map floated back to her several weeks later.
A note was attached that read,
“Please make room
For I am coming to sit beside you on your island of one.”