Some Things are Hard to Forget

A mournful song lingers in the wind as memories gone and things lost come slowly back to the stone chambers of the old man's heart.

Shiver, night, in his cold embrace.

That glimmer in the lake, like the sparkle of a lover's eyes that melt to thickly welling pools of deepest regret, dances like the tragedy of his past:

Child's arrow, poisoned tongue, mingle pain, haunting stare.

A dare, for once the world was his stage; the day was a comedy of laughing fools and the night a deep romance. He clutches his breast as the tears wrench free from his weary heart.

Some things are hard to forget.