You howl at me, angry that I have turned my back and not run away away away with you when you called. I tell you, "Maybe next time" but you know that isn't true either. You know I will never run away with you, you know that my roaring spirit is chained inside a mortal body that cannot quite fly like you. Stop whistling outside my window, I cannot come.
You are often cruel and cold and you know I could never be with someone like that. You could never truly love me. However, I love the wilderness in your eyes and the shivers you send down my spine. I will always love you.
Please (never) stop calling to me.
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