wolves

I pace the floors,
stare at four walls,

wonder if it was
worth it all,
to throw it
all away.

Why does love come,
then have to go?
This, I guess
I'll never know,
but I saw it again today.

When will the tears stop?
Can they ever

wash away this pain?
Will they help me to understand?




And I held her,
and we danced around,
and I loved her,
without any doubt,

and she filled my heart,
and my life,
and my world,

and we had a chance,
the greatest of chances,

till the wolves came to our door,
and she had to feed their need,
and starved our love to death.