How the wind aches calling,
Calling out to the one that would hear it,
But does that one choose to hear it or ignore it,
Ignore it if you must,
For it is calling out,
Hear it and maybe it must not be heard,
But let it be known that it was calling,
For the spirit withers when it is separated for too long,
“Please don’t ever forget me,”
“I don’t ever want to be forgotten,”
Sweeter words were never spoken to each other but heard none the less,
Truly a hopeless romantic as one jests.
Aphrodite, Calypso and Juliet,