We are fugitives on the run 

holding hands as we ran through the forrest. 

We guide another,

laughing when would chase another 

and crying when we would lose another.

Please dear,

come back and let me follow your scent again

because I’m blind. 

I only use other senses to find my home.

My dreams lead me towards you

Again and Again,

I walk along the forrest by running my hand against the fence that divides the forrest from the world.

I hear you on the other side of the fence.

You laugh with another individual.

Your scent is so close,

and hers overwhelms my nose.

I scream asking you to come back into the forrest with me

But all I hear is laughter…

All I have now is to follow the other creatures because my angel chose another to guard.