He gave her life. He gave her wings and let her fly. And in return, with all that she could do, and all that she could say, she let him go. She allowed him to be free, to make his own decision. And the pain inside tore at her, as if ripping a small hole in her heart, allowing it to bleed. In all that she could do, in all that she could say, she let him go. He turned from her, his heart torn now in to, his stomach bubbling with and indignant anger. He turned his head, allowing no one but the Lord to glimpse the tear that ran so steadily down his cheek. And then she ran. As well did he. Neither could stay, though want for love's sake. In all she did, she thought of him- he was in her vegetables, in the bread she baked and the hearth she swept. And she was in his battle plans, his satin comforter and his rabbit stew as it sat before him, steaming. Both turned and ran; neither could stay, though want for loves sake. When once again they found each other, the night sky clinging around them, they embraced as Apollo embraced the stars, as Triton the lost Atlantis, and at once their feet were stationed there. Now neither cloud move, though no want invaded them.