The day after tomorrow would have been my 1 year anniversary with Kyle. I had hoped at one time that I could at least make it last that long. Something to hold onto, a though to grasp upon, if only for a stranded moment.
But as fate transpires and realities ensue, I find and know and learn again.
Of bitter sweet goodbyes and hopes forgiven, and this of all things proves exactly what I had so long wished and hoped nothing more. I pardon not the lonesome lark's call, but instead suffer the crow's berailment.
And so I'll sit by myself again and let that day be the remark that will set me to a rage some fateful day in the future. Because in the end I was there and while I wasn't perfect, no one can fault me for it. I tried to be someone special, no? I tried to be someone useful, no?
If he won't have me. Then let some other predator or prey find my scent and follow me to my den. If they want to ravish my soul, then let them earn their keep first. For I am the wolf of dreams, cursed to be lonesome.
But the lone wolf is never quite alone. For in the arms of others his charm will lead and in them yet the souls of the doomed will transpire. If not to find and bring to peace, the damned; then this one will hold to you but the solitary wish that he may be of use finding peace to others.
"Again!" I shout into the rain; "AGAIN!" I shout unto the earth. Let no man see me and call me callus for I am the too the herald that fortells, as I am the hope that will always be. Of happiness or contempt, of love and of sorrow. I am. You are. We will be.
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