You were my mate
Running through the wild with me
Like two wolves eternally bonded.
Every time there was a rift between us
I trusted you to come back
And you always did
But this time is different.
This time I am calling across the valley for you
But there is no sound coming back
Not even the echo of my own longing cries
Only a despairing silence that rings my ears
And a frigid wind that blows through my heart
I keep thinking you will come through the trees,
To lean against me once more
Every crack of a twig I turn in hopeful anticipation
Only to see my shadow
without yours by its side.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
You were my mate
Running through the wild with me
Like two wolves eternally bonded.
Every time there was a rift between us
I trusted you to come back
And you always did
But this time is different.
This time I am calling across the valley for you
But there is no sound coming back
Not even the echo of my own longing cries
Only a despairing silence that rings my ears
And a frigid wind that blows through my heart
I keep thinking you will come through the trees,
To lean against me once more
Every crack of a twig I turn in hopeful anticipation
Only to see my shadow
without yours by its side.
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