Snarled

How I remember it,
his smile was
more like a snarl
His eyes more like
caves
His sweetness and
personality More like
that which is
hunted
His eating
still like wolves
What tragedy he
seemed to be after
What mountains
guided his search
What heartache
guided his
cavernous
And still he needed
new boots
but daily he
wore white
And when happied
he snarled
Still so pretty but
wincing