4 May 2012

You sheltered me from everything but the weather,

All along the path that held only rain for me,

Each step one further from disaster,

Each drop of wet, cleansing, letting me finally see,

Mascara running, body shivering-you stood there,

At the end of the path, just waiting for me,

Hand finally moving to comb my saturated hair, Accepting me for whatever I may be.

Each shooting star wished upon,

Each sleepless night now gone,

Each tear shed for the wrong one.

WolfShelter • Opuss № I