HannahElisabeth

The moon and her wolf

Just a forewarning for anyone who has recently lost a loved one, or is approaching the anniversary of such; I recommend you do not read this unless you\'re in a mentally healthy place to do so.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other day,

I saw a picture

You were holding your baby niece

The smiles on your faces

Brought me tears,

And oddly, peace

 

The purest soul I ever met

Despite the hell life threw at you

Enough to break a lesser man

And yet you made it through

 

A bleeding heart and fierce protector

Like the wolf ring on your finger,

A true symbol of your country

That your heart always belonged to

 

Though we met in sordid places

You were pure love,

The brightest light

The reason that I pulled through

And for that,

I owe my life

 

The cruelest joke

That life could play

Upon our plans for your next visit

Although we kept our promise,

It was in an open casket

 

So tell me,

Does the moon cry

For the good ones gone too soon?

If you’re still watching over us,

I hope you know,

I love you, too