Beautiful and Free

I know you are looking over your shoulder
wondering how far you will have to go
before I cease to follow
or what turn you will have to take
before I lose your trail

I should have been content
to be your confessee
you really only needed a guide
out of the tangle of emptiness
that had ensnared you

Now, like a wild mustang
disappearing over a hill
I know that I may never see you again
but I will always remember watching you
moving to newer pasture
beautiful and free