If food were no issue and supplies I could make,

To my own little island one item I'd take.

Not the pencil that crafts my words and my art,

In truth that ranks only second in my heart.

I can go without wifi, sweets, and more,

But I wouldn't last long with out one I adore.

I'd go mad with worry that they lost their way,

And the island's solitude bring me naught but dismay.

I just need my weirdo with me,

cause all I need is them  happy.

So, my best friend I'd take,

Not for mine, but for their sake.