Fondness

Fondness fades away. Right after you've had the best of it. Its gone then, in a moment - lost in the murkiest of the lakes, never to resurface. You can faintly recall its smell in the blowing wind and then it gradually disappears in the oblivion. You know its around, mocking at you like an ancient painting in the living room. Teasing you, crawling back, making its way into your memory. For years you run from it, the harder you run the faster it crawls. Then one day you realize its you who is trying to run away from yourself. When you stop running, and sense the same familiar smell in the same wind, there is a smile on your face - glowing like a reflection of the cold white moon in a murky lake. Its beautiful now but only a reflection still, of what you were once fond of.