STAY?

Off to the land so far,
I try to dance
under the mirth of the stars.
While my heart freezes
to the coldness of your own,
you steal the liberty
I once have known.

How can I not long
to fly yet again,
when all I hear in your song
is a descending refrain?
How can I not learn
to despise the truth
of knowing you?
Now I am both scared
to stay
or to let go.