The wind flowed through cooling the tips of my hair.
I smiled and closed my eyes.
The rain fell soft and sweet.
Meeting you was a gift I could not repay.
We lived, and we connected
But in the end I wound up here:
Bloody, wet, crying out your name.

I knocked on your door.
The house stretched and moaned at me.
The creaking boards spat words of hatred on my suede
I left my bouquet on the doorstep
Where it rotted and blew away.
As did I.

My knife sank in
The filet mignon was superb.
I popped open my last Chardonnay.
Your red dress in harmony with my white suit.
Lips like those could get a man killed.
How true, how true…

You put your arm around me and breathed down my chest.
Kissing me on the shoulder you asked me a question.
Shocked, I answered.

I had a wolf that appeared in my dreams.
Her name was Rinji.
She sat on the top of a valley overlooking the town below.
She had no pack; She is simply content with where she is.
Rinji once told me that if she ever fell in love
She wanted me to slit her throat.
I said I could never do such a horrible deed.
She came up to me and licked my hair back.
I smiled and sat up, intent on listening.

I have no time to explain, my love
You are much too far away to whisper.
If I fall in love slit my throat
Should I live then I will be corrupted.
Should I die then I will be blessed.
As the blood stains my white fur
I would see you in my dimming eyes.
That moment would last forever.

I looked up to her, and she was bleeding.
She stumbled over to my side, rubbed against my shoulder
And placed her neck down on my lap.
Rinji loved me; I just never knew why.

Every night you looked into my eyes as you fell asleep.
Whispering your love to me in your last dying breaths
So I answered you.
You are much to close for me to whisper
And my love exists in this dream.
If you love me, slit my throat.
So I can see Rinji one last time.
Forever…