She Wants to Flee

    Sometimes I feel that she wants to be anywhere,

    But with me.

    That is okay, I guess.

    She loves the moon, and the stars, and the outdoors.

    She craves the air, and the night, or the day, and the sights.

    She needs the outside, and its freedom, and promise.

    That is okay. That is great.

    It is a large part of what makes her, her.

    As long as she comes back, I cannot complain.

    Too much.