She clamors to go home
To wait for what she believes will come
And which I expect, as well
But I know that the call is but the first step
And that the road leads to echoing loneliness
I am familiar with it
Too much so
Summoned by it myself and made to do its bidding
I would have her spirit ring
With peals of laughter and joy
Not the fading retort of cracking solitude
It is a far finer melody
All told
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