Let's run away, I said.
I'll twist my fingers up with yours and hold them tight. (To keep you safe, or to make sure you don't leave me behind?)
It's raining.
Footsteps echo, and it's almost like you're there with me.
It was raining then too.
I traced a map on your back that night.
We knew that we could never let them find us; never let them catch us, if we ran.
I knew, (and back then, I thought you did too) that we couldn't do this alone.
You promised the two of us were inseparable.
I'm running now, so where are you?