feeling like a wolf

there are times when i want to howl while looking on the fool moon like a wolf.
alone in the dark in the middle of nowhere. the cold wind burning my skin.
the wind bringing memories of times that have passed. the loneliness of the wolf who has lost his wolf-pack. without feeling that i`m relevant to something or anything.
the dark images moving around. the crowds of trees and the grass shivering between the fingers of the wind. the taste of hunger. the taste of coldness. the taste of loneliness. sometimes memories are the worst thing one can have.
longing for the warm fingers, the warm breath and the warm eyes. longing to get the smile who makes the body feel warmer. and getting just icy stitches of the freezing air.
why is the wolf wailing to the moon? the prayer? the desperate call for help? the pain? the loneliness? or a try to scream louder then the silence around not to feel that much alone?