I, who agreed to play your game, and gave you the grace to look inside your questioning, do not deserve to be forgotten. I reclaim a place of relevance in your mind. I am entitled to becoming a recurring question; I belong in the corner of freedom that you still hold. I am the harbinger of a newfound aloneness, the kind that comes from desire unfulfilled. I command the place where you are not held back or coaxed by loving habit; I rule the open land where you roam about in search of new life and scent and taste. Only I? Is it only my shape you see when you dream away from your castled truth? If it is love, or whim, or mirage, I do not know. But I fantasize about being one and all, for the sake of my turning world to stop somewhere and rest; for the sake of destiny showing me how powerful it really is. I still can't see its inevitability, and I long to be summoned by it.