A Siren Song Never Sung

Through my highschool and college years I dated several women who were singers. I would attend their performances. I would drive them to various rehearsals. I would envy their talent as my singing voice would send small animals and children scurrying for shelter. But despite my most heartfelt pleas, these woman would never sing for me. No private serenades. No individual concerts. No breathy ballad as foreplay.

My caged birds never sang for me. Maybe they always felt free. Free enough to always leave me with an empty cage and a quiet room. 

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