You would sneak to me in the middle of twilight. You would sit there with patient ears, as I howled to you the world's problems, letting them slip from my shoulders.
You always shined even some light within my most darkest of nights.
And sometimes, when you were gone, I would look up at the sky with anxious, tear-filled eyes; fear churning in my stomach at the possibility that you might not return to me.
Slowly, you would peak out, smiling, as if to tease me of my childish ways. Relief burst through my chest & I smirked at your sly antics.
It was that very moment, I realized I, a lone, wolf, had fallen in love with the moon. - 'Gently Falling' by a.b.