Freedom

We sat there in the middle of the crowd, my hand in yours, speaking in inaudible whispers. And through it all I heard you mumble something of regret and sorrow, but I could not find sympathy. Emotions tangled I let you go. Daring to glance into your eyes, I found your empty face staring sullenly back down at me, your soul lost amongst the surrounding sheep. I was not sorry. As I turned from you I heard your gasp of agony, but did not return to your side. Freedom was mine. It was everything.