The Price Of Freedom

I remember his kisses,
The good times we shared,
His hand in mine,
How much he cared.
Why did we part?
What can I say?
Except that I loved him
And yet couldn’t stay.
I had the desire
To live and to see.
How could I fly
Unless I was free?
Now that I’ve seen
I know what I’ve lost.
The seeing was good
But how high the cost!

©Sylvia Darling 2018