One sombre evening,
as he sat by the window
past tried to trick him
into its song of nostalgia
one he always resisted
and kept at bay.

But, for once he let it,
gnaw away his soul, and
***** the deepest of his bones.
His guards in disguise
his promises, responsibilities,
ambitions and ideals
started to sway and bow,
to the winds of guilt.

A strong deluge of emotions
started to sink him in
he too, let himself drown
and dissolve away in haze.

Next up, he found himself
atop a ship of submission,
She was already there,
smiling as she looked away.

In distance,
the golden sun of hope,
Faded away at the horizon.