I wrote this poem before I knew about the mental disorder of the person I was involved with. This disordered type of individual is often said to be a “wolf in sheep’s clothing.” I would only find out the extent much later.

What I look for

I look for the gentle breeze of a soft voice
as solace on a jumbled day
I look for the cat’s soft fur
to calm my mind
I look for the meaning beneath the words,
the feelings lying low
like a wolf in hiding.

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