Crestfallen

He looked out the window..glassy-eyed,searching for some unseen deliverance.He sighed..and looked away,and around him again. On the clean old pillowcase he saw the childhood memories,once again,in that one drying tear. He was part of oblivion to them now..they perhaps never thought of him anymore. He was no more than a shadow,lost in the bitter travails of a merciless,gaunt lifetime. He stared at his reflection,grey and tired.Looked at his hands and let out a low,almost inaudible desire in his drawn-out exhalation..He wanted to turn over the sand in the hourglass,he wanted to return,to redeem,to reclaim. He realized..there could be no redemption. He was crestfallen.