to be free

'Now,' you say, 'you are scaring me.'
'Because?'
'Because I want to be free,' you say. 'I want to be free again to wake up in a beautiful place and each day to think what a wonderful day and I am free to do what ever I alone want all day.'
And I think, that without love that freedom could be a hollow and a lonely place, and that for me to be free might be to live with love, to shape my life with another, with others; that with love, what they want might be what I would choose of my own free will.
I think, but I don't say. I don't think I need to.

You hold me
and we drift.