A night without you,
a sheep without its shepherd.
Although, this night has come,
the memory of you still leads me.
One day,
not anytime soon,
I shall accept the wild,
leaving your guidance behind.
For now, although left for a wolf in my clothes,
I have nothing but admiration for you,
an appreciation for our time together
and the most painful one,
a longing to being held by you
as the nights turned cold.
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