I wonder at you,
Man of Many Ways,
How you endure, as you do.
I see you—
Hear you—
Feel you—
Cry...
You miss her, I know,
But how can you resist
My alluring beauty,
My wit,
Immortalized state?
Am I verily that
Revolting—
Hideous—
Monstrous—?
Do you truly
Hate me?
So much,
You ask abet
To abscond?
I feel saddened—
I thought you would forget
About that Woman—
That mortal dame—
She will be late,
In the blink of His eye.
A mere cipher;
A speck of dust in Time.
And yet you still leave me-
Even,
If I may append,
At the troth of eternality.
She must be compleat,
Royal Son of Laertes—
Far greater than I~
If she is more meritorious of
Your devotedness
Than I...
So here ye, All—
I say this to be echt:
I love thee,
God of Men...
That is why,
Wistful Man~
I let thee fly home;
She awaits you,
Always.
I will stay here,
Thinking of-
What ifs—
What then?
I know not—
For our years together
Ruined me.
Not again,
Will I love.
For to You—
You, whom return
To your wife
Of many years past—
My heart remains within
Thy
Grasp.
Always.
A/N I have no idea where this came from. I just liked Calypso. I don't know why, but I felt very bad for her. She was lonely. I believe she truly loved Odysseus. There is such a phrase: If you love something, set it free. She did just that. I bet she would have done that, even if Zeus hadn't ordered Odysseus's release.
Review, please! And I apologize about the odd words...