The End of Freedom

Something
of
you
washed
through
me
some
truth
that
is
foreign
to
this
world
something
that
could
never
be
put
into
words
or
explained.
That
day
you
called
me
back
and
asked
me
to
stay
with
you
until
the
end
something
broke
open
inside.
Whatever
human
freedom means
that day
was
the
end
of
that
kind
of
freedom
for
me.
Openness
to
the
shattering
within
and
no
way
to
express
or
understand.
This
is
the
closest
I
can
come:
the
21 years
with
you
led
to
that
last
instant
when
you
said,
"Stay
with
me."