Imprinted

Some stories are meant,
to stay at the table
Like the water stains,
from a cold drink
Wiped away and forgotten
Some stories are meant,
only for a few
Over wings and a brew
Some stories are never told
Because they are to informative
Or no one can hear the narrative
Some stories end on a hill
In a sudden stop
In clouds of dust
Driven to an end
By a split second
Some stories go on
From memories departed
Souls imprinted