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.


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: apprentice.