“An Open Love Letter”

Dear P, I tried to be brave... ----------------------------------------- The Wolf 
 I met a wolf in the streets one night. He was wounded and couldn’t breathe. He began limping towards me. He stinks of blood and danger. I just stood my ground and stared. We stared each other down. He suddenly collapsed in my arms. Began licking my trembling hands. Assuring me he wasn’t going to bite. He was thirsty and I gave him water. He looked a little grateful. Ruffled and a little strange. I slowly stroked his messy hair. He chuckled in my gentleness. He began telling me stories. Stories of his misadventures. Stories of his pain and guilt. I began to feel for him. It must have been pity. I fell asleep craddling him. His scent and fur overwhelming me. I wanted to save him. My heart sank when morning came. He was already gone. -----------------------------------------