Narcissus stared
at his reflection.

Everyone waited
for him to fall in.

He was bruised
all over but it
was internal.  

Everyone thought
he was handsome.

They thought this
is why he stared.  

Yet no one ever
cared to ask him.

He wasn’t content
because all that was
beautiful inside slept.

He was about
to fall but the water
turned to ice.

Yet he still
wouldn’t leave.

One day he
was old and gray
in the spring.

An axe flew up
from the water.

It tapped him
gently on the head.

Suddenly he was
aware of all that
he was looking for.

The spell was broken.