Walking away

• And love is proved in letting go.
• Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
• , like a satellite Wrenched from its orbit,
• It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day -
• the gait of one Who finds no path where the path should be.
• About nature's give - and - take
• Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly saying
• Cecil Day - Lewis