A Single Being

Walks in the rain kept alive

our happiest memories.

My heart was born a wolf,

though I'll deny it with a smile.

A part of us will live forever,

but what turned us into graveyards?

Was it the density of my soul

I continuously mourned?

The fact that I was 

often interrogated by darkness?

It seems too much to ask

to find another who loves

my monsters as much as I.

All it takes is a single,

enlightened being to perhaps

save me from impending doom.