I don’t even know how it happened. One minute we were hiking the same path we hiked every Saturday afternoon, and the next she was gone. It felt like I spent hours looking for her. The sun started to fade, but I didn’t want to believe anything had happened to my friend. I continued my search, and it felt like I had just been going in circles and then I saw it. At first, I didn’t even know what I was seeing. But it sure as hell didn’t look right. It was light, and soft, not like the dark gravel and dry needles that covered our usual path. As I drew closer, I knew my worst fears were about to come true. It was my sister’s hand poking out through the pine needles. But her finger nails were missing. When did this even happen? We were together, and then we weren’t. And I suppose someone could’ve hurt her while I looked, but our path was a busy one and someone must’ve seen. What the hell? I just don’t even know.

The pixies always run amuck, Never worrying if they’ll ever get stuck. They’ll prance and dance amongst the trees, Never worrying about who sees. The pixies frolic with their friends, Never truly worrying about how it all ends.

What he doesn’t know, Is something that’d destroy him. I wish that the reality weren’t so, But the truth runs deep. Coming clean will be oh so rough, Lies upon lies will eventually seep. Doing the things to make myself happy, Without thought of his love, Beginning the feel that guilt now, But if I’m honest, I know it won’t end well. Yet, I know that if I am, it’ll set me free. If being with him is my destiny, Then, this secret can’t ever really be.