I know you keep the window open for me. I would like to jump in through the window, and hold your hand. We have lived in the comfort of each other’s company for so long.
I know you keep the window open for me, because the door is locked, and the Rogue Magician will not let anyone open it.
I lead an incarcerated existence in this tower, and cannot reach you. Someday, I will – because only a body can be incarcerated, not a soul.
If you feel that I’m hovering around, you will know the end of my mortal existence.