How can he forget the warmth of the sun and how cold the snow.
You told him to forget you, his emotions he tried not to show.
Hard to lay aside what was wonderful and chance the bleak unknown.
To live in yesterday’s world is what he craves
It cannot be, for the past has flown.
Yet re- running the reel should the end have been this black,
Did he miss a sign, should he re- visit the track;
If he does, would another end have been worse?
It seems whatever he does, he feels cursed.