A wingless flight
across an open sky
as she soars into the night
for I cannot fly with her
as like a tree I remain
rooted to the ground
she may return
she may not
but still, I let her fly
she is mine
and I gladly let her go
until the day
she doesn’t need to come home
and I can fade silently
like autumn leaves
into the waiting ground

© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Free Verse