A Lover, A Bear Hunter

I was so close to you but you’ve slipped away again. The scent of your hair intoxicated me for those few seconds, but when the moment left you had gone too. All I think of is you. The planet is turning the seasons, the sky grows colder, and I feel that if I cannot find you soon, everything will be for naught. I’ve heard that the joy is in the hunt, that the journey is the destination. Am I losing faith? No, you are all that matters to me. If I am not close by you soon, I may die.