Lone Wolf

An endless search, a voice unbroken.

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I walk through the quiet streets,

A sea of faces swarms.

Each one turns to me,

Each one mocking—

The difference they do not want.

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I follow the laughter from restaurants,

Doors that lead to warm rooms,

The comfort of bonds

That I find unfamiliar.

I follow its sound

The way a lone wolf hunts for

Its pack.

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For a second,

I think I hear it call for me—

A voice distant but warm,

Faintly calling, nearly mine

But when I turn,

It wavers,

An echo not meant to be.

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And then I hear—

The lost footsteps of others

Looking too—

Their eyes frantic,

Their smiles plastered

Each hunting for wolf packs

Where they didn’t belong.

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I look at my empty hands,

Yet heavy,

Belonging not caught,

Still sought.

It grows in me

Never taking root–

I still howl.

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