Lillies and Ghosts

Wolf

She walked even through feet of snow,

If she was tall, this made her feel so much smaller.

She walked, though unsure.

The path was dusted and off a ways.

Perhaps she wanted to be lost physically,

Perhaps her mentality wouldn't seem so out of place.

Blue eyes were so familiar,

But they were so out of place to say the least.

"We are strangers", she shouted,

"So leave me be".

Why did they stare back?

Not a trace of emotion,

But still staring.

"You cannot provide a remedy,

For the hurt you have inflicted".

Only the breeze answered her pleas.

If she would've listened,

Maybe she would have found her answers.

Maybe she would have,

Had peace with the mayhem in her heart.

But she did not want to listen,

She wanted to feel,

Feel something else, not this.

"Well?! Can't you hear me?",

She screamed, 

Northern downpour played in her eyes,

"Leave! I don't want you!

There is nothing for you here!"

And so, the wolf hung its head,

Treading off with the only ghosts they had,

Fading into the whispers of the wind.

A memory built on lies,

Ends with lies.

For, there was still something there.