Poem: Howl

I watched you from afar, But stood right next to you.

And all the same my tears did fall,

Into the pit I carved for you.

Desire?

I was lost.

Gathering the scraps of what I’d held on to so dear,

I blew the secret when I let you in.

I am the wind,

Wishing you would hear me howl.

-Sheron Parris