It’s quite here. The room in which we once inhabited seems empty and decayed. As if the paint has slowly melted off the wall and dripped on to the floor, creating a hole in the foundation.

   I feel like I have gone deaf, and the world has lost its color. Now when the sun shines through the window, I do not feel its warmth. That window… the same window that we looked out together, wishing for the same thing. Freedom.

  It’s not fair that you left me here, trapped in this room. You have your freedom, now where is mine? I feel like you have betrayed me, and you have, because you left. You left me.

  I once had you, I kept you. I kept you safe from the danger that surrounds the world. You were mine to protect. You were mine to love.

 You were mine.

   There are still photos of you in this miserable room. They are a simple reminder of what I couldn’t do. I would love nothing more, then to take them down. And cast a spell on them, a spell that would bring you back to me. But I am chained to this wall, I cannot move.

 Your memory haunts this house only the ghost keep me company, but they do not keep the nightmares away, Every night, I suffer the same thing; In my dream I awake up to see you hopping around, and chipping. You’re happy, you’re alive. I embrace you, your warmth is pressed against my cold steel frame, and for once I am truthful. I tell you that I love you, that you will never escape from me. You start to sing to me. Then I awake from this, your singing is still echoing through my head, but it doesn’t come from you.  It comes from the birds that live outside.

  It is at this time when I realize the horrors of being immortal. All of my lovers will die, and I will remain in this room. Suspended in air until the sorrowed filled foundation gives away all of its hope, and I will come crashing down.

  I will then lie in the rumble, watching the birds fly high in the sky above me.

 Every time I see a blue jay, free and full of life, I will think of you. And I only hope you remember the home you made with me.