A serendipitous tale once transpired
A lone wolf surrounded by extreme coldness;
A bright shooting star eventually chanced upon.
Charred the ice was
When hands held tight
A sudden gush flowed through their eyes
‘T’was an unremarkable picture
Of a mysterious wish
Agreed to be with one another
“Truly glad I am, to finally meet someone,
So tender and kind, cool in the midst of gloom,
Life’s stiffness unbent by a feathery stroke.”
The once lone wolf answered in a blush,
“Though thine fire was brought to soothe
Mine’s bitterness and angst.”
Yet, the light the star emanates
Didn’t promise a constant state
Of compassion and hopeful fate.
Though the light shines,
The fire engulfs without gaps
Charred not only the ice but the radiance.
How such lovely scene turned into dust?
The two hands break, they must
Memories – good and bad – created ash.
An inconsolable grief thrashed the night
Full of supposed warmth
From two people breathing almost as one.
What if the only way
to forgive such past
Is to get even with the one who passed?
