He let me go.
He set me free.
He was so kind, so tender, when he tended to me. he found me hurt, my hand shredded and my nails snapped off. I tried to claw through the door. I knew no other way to get out so I tried but I failed and he found me that way. He took care of me. He was gentle.
I remember. I remember when he was like that with me, so very long ago. I remember. I wish. Do I wish? Can I wish? I cannot have. Escape him, flee him. These feelings distract me, they hurt me, they make the whispers turn into shouts.
Let me go, let me go. Set me free.
He wished to come with me, to help me make the voices silent, but he could not. I knew that he could not. I told him that he could not. He is married now. He told me so. He has a wife. His wife needs him. So do I, but I did not tell him so. I am not his wife. I cannot need him, even if I do. I am not allowed.
I am needed, but not by him. The bird needs me. The wolf needs me. The kitten needs me. I need them. I need him and I need them. I need them to be safe. I need them to make the voices go away. I need them to chase back the shadows.
I seek the bird now. If I find the bird, I will find them.
I must forget him. I must forget what was, what will never be again. It tears my gaze from the sky, it hides the wings from my sight.
The bird.
Where is the bird?
