Regret

Even his toes were reluctant.
Shins screamed
Cracked heels bled
Ripped raw and broken by shards of rock peppered in the soft black dirt like rocky road ice cream from that seasonal stand in small town Alberta

But he kept it up step linking up with step
Head down and shoulders hunched

A man to the guillotine
On Hangmans hill
For a lamb in his rucksack
A heart on his sleeve

And all those little things he forgot to do.