Free, Not By Choice

I'm master of my life. I've just myself, my family, and friends to please. Then why do I feel saddened by my freedom? Why do I fear utmost joy has passed me by? I love someone whose passion for me died. He cared for me but couldn't resurrect the love that made my life complete. I'm left to sit alone at night, weep, and reflect. Love can't be forced to stay or to return. With its demise, someone is left to grieve and reminisce about those days when love seemed like a blessing that could never leave. January 16, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Mid-January 2018 Premiere Contest Contest entered in John Hamilton's Lost Love 2017 Contest on July 30, 2017