The saddest story ever told is the one that hasn’t been written yet. A dark tale of a heart that weeps, its blood red nostalgic tears seeping and staining the dirty white snow in which it lays. Sitting atop once fond memories that now lie buried deep below this frozen ground. The cold winter wind moans in grief, sweeping furiously through the landscape before pausing reverently at this mound. This graveyard of memories, I visited it today. Bringing flowers, I placed my hand on my heart that weeps nostalgically, not once daring to uncover the memories from their burial ground, lest they haunt me. Not once daring to tell the saddest story ever told.
~vagabond~ © 2010
