post party

it was a starless night...
you wanted to howl like the Yukon wolves...
the moon was nowhere either,
hence, howling wouldn'ta made sense...
this wave may have hit you as well...
but where others come through...
becomes sweet surrender to you...
there is such a point as abasement...
and having no other arms to hold you tonight
makes it all the more mortifying...
these times knock on doors shut tight...
but you know well what happens on the other side...
this is the best option...
best option...
for the best possible outcome...