It used to be you.

I used to dream of a place where it's was so simply you and me

what I can't live without?

I was so very young so I spat out your name.

But then you left me and that's when my answer to what I couldn't live without became "nothing but a map."

Because when you left it rained

Gosh it didn't even rain it poured

It poured in my room

it poured in my closet

it poured in the driveway

it poured in the store

it poured right down my cheeks and out of my eyes until the edge of my eyes burned of regret

I woke up every afternoon with wet stones laying on my chest and the memory of you on my mind

it poured and poured until I was soaked in tears and thats when i realized it was my fault you left

It was my fault I couldn't make you stay because I never asked you to

It's my fault you left but not because you didn't stay but because I was expecting you to and when you didn't it didn't even rain

it poured...

And my favorite type of stranded island is a dry one.