Am I his apprentice
or is he mine?

Neither, love,
all is fine.

He says he’s not
in love with me.

Play, love,
climb a tree.

He’s traveled and home
and doesn’t come by.

No worries, love
you won’t die.

I am sad and I miss him,
I long for his face.

It’s just the tide, love,
it will leave no trace.

Why, Beloved, is love
not for me?

Because, darling,
you chose to be free.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: apprentice.