Cold the Night, Fast the Wolves

2024 Poetry Project — #12

Photo by Philippe Montes on Unsplash

there are so many things i ask of myself
over and over and over
in this tide called spring
in a hopeless meandering

the cold comes quick, diving,
and the wolves slaver at my heels —
and i wonder when I'll find
my safe space above all

i thought i saw it in your eyes,
but maybe i was mistaken —
and there are too many times
where i wonder what went wrong

i stay in my line as best I can
while so many others tell their tales —
and i’m not one of them, not really,
even as i try to peddle what matters most

i looked at you and saw heaven
even though you didn’t realize —
and there were so many times
i just wanted to stand still at last

but we’re not a match, i know it,
and i’ll despair when you die
because i’ll feel it somewhere far off
and we’ll never know a happy ending