I hear my lion scratching inside of his cage.

His melancholy golden eyes searching for my gaze.

He whimpers solemnly,

Telling me his troubles.

How could I ever force him to stay?

Under the pressure of his anguish,

I buckle.

I tug at his cage until it creaks open,

Instantly he runs.

My tears fall, catching nothing

But the reflection of a setting sun.

He doesn’t stop for a second look,

Nor any words of goodbye.

Sprinting joyfully to find his freedom,

The pain of my loss, I justify.

This complicated lifetime we will transcend,

If only so we can,

In another life perhaps,

Find each other once again.