Freedom isn’t free,
she said to me.
But, I want to do what I want,
I answered,
You know that about me.
Love isn’t free,
she said to me.
But, I want to do what I want,
I answered,
You know that about me.
She looked away,
said she couldn’t stay:
we depend on each other,
to some extent,
you know that about me.
Without that trust,
we don’t have much,
she said to me.
No one to go to,
no future to share
no commitment to be there,
she said to me.
Go do what you want,
because there’s no we.
Freedom and love aren’t free,
the look on her face~blank,
as she turned away from me.
I love you, she said,
so go where you will:
I love you, take your freedom,
And I’ll love you still.
But remember, she said,
looking straight at me:
freedom and love,
they just don’t come free.
©Janet Mitchell, November 2011
