The Forgotten

It was an old, sad love song, one she kept it in a shoebox, inside a dark closet. At night sibilant whispers would croon to themselves. Each morning, while combing her gray hair, a forgotten tune would bother her, yet she could not now recall how it went. One day, through an open door the song flew away forever. In that sudden silence, she remembered, but her throat had long since lost heart to sing it, besides, that sad love song had become too sweet, to be held on to.