He shuffled awkwardly, and leant over on one leg
He knew what is done cannot be undone
And he knew he could not let his efforts go to waste
Roads wound endless through the darkness
In winds and spirals, all that remains is stalwart
He trodded through the mist, clinging onto the starlight that remains
He began to slough off that which was beautiful and transient
And what sat drifting in puddles as the mist became rainfall
Were all of those complicated memories and feelings
What was left behind