You left.

You left.
I can’t ask you to come back.
It’s not for the best.
It’s your decision and I respect that.
You’re like a lion that’s left its lair.
To find and bring back game to share.
You don’t look back.
After all; for you; all is well.
You forget not everyone fancies the King of the Jungle.
They quietly await your downfall and your rumble.
But I dare not condemn you.

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.

For even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time.

Day 18 of 100.