I was going through an archive of my own writing, and I found this piece. Not sure why I didn't post it before. Drabble – exactly 100 words. Mild S/R
No Longer
If the sliver of the moon could see, it would watch us together on those long nights. If the gusts of wind could feel, the touch of wolf and dog together would spin through the air. If the earth could smile, her lips would curl at the sight of eight tangled legs, rolling under the trees.
But the moon has not shown us her sight, and the wind has remained unfeeling. The earth frowns upon the twilight, and echoes of hope all but disappear.
If the heavens could understand our love, then they would not have taken you from me.