I don’t know what to say.
Perhaps, it would be different if you were leaving for good reason or, of your own accord. I could possibly live with it if your leaving was at my suggestion, or… I had a choice in the matter.
But to be taken from me by force, by someone who will destroy you; someone who will smile as they silence your spirit and smirk as they watch your bright flame slowly die… my heart aches at the thought.
Please know… I will never forget you. In fact… I may die if you go.
Perhaps I will fight for you, for I just can’t see living life without you. I can’t imagine you not being here. You mean too much to me.
If only I had known you could be taken so easily—so swiftly—maybe, I might have loved you more. I might have sung the songs, heard the ringing of your charm, and felt the love in your warm embrace.
I blame myself that I am helpless to hold you. To keep you.
Goodbye… Dear freedom
And freedom is not free – it must be paid for – again, and again, and again…
Copyright © 2011 C. Mashburn