Caged Freedom

The wind stole its way through the window,
Scattering the many colored papers in the air.
Flying as though dancing, the lost memories called
From the faded ink and yellowed pages.
Watching without hearing those voices,
I let them be and let them fall.
The last I let the wind take to where it would go.
I had no need of it any longer.  For...
Long gone were those feelings,
Long forgotten were those words,
And...
Long lost was that person whom I had abandoned.
Even so...
I still wish that you would, one day,
Be freed.