39. Cry

From a distance, I watched him.
Always a lone wolf he was.
A wolf trying to get rid of his demons.
A wolf fighting for his survival.
Fighting all day.
Fighting all alone.

A flow of breeze.
A howl at night.
He was afraid, I knew.
He was afraid of himself.
Afraid of his own wolf.
Afraid of losing me.

The fear was deep
But I could never leave him.
That's what I told him.
He didn't listen,
Told me I would
When the wolf consumes him.

Every wolf dies.
Every wolf loses.
He didn't have to fight alone, I told him.
We'll fight together.
Every battle.
Every wolf.

Tears formed in his eyes
And for the first time I saw him cry.
He was a lone wolf, indeed.
A wolf others were afraid of.
A wolf others never understood.
But for me, he was a wolf whom I loved.
A wolf who cried in my arms.