Ain’t it foggy outside (2014)

  

I float over the weary road

And think of you,

Streaks of rain smear

The windshield,

As I plunge through the fog,

A snake of a road

That twists and turns,

Trees to either side,

With you at the end,

I hear the sound of the sea

In my head, and

The cry of gulls

That sound the way

You sound when you cried

On the phone,

I hear the waves crashing,

Feel the grit of sand,

Smell the scent of sea salt,

Taste the bitterness

Of aftermath,

Which I why

I drive alone,

I sense the flexed

Muscles of time,

Fear it, too,

Losing the memory

Of kisses I already miss,

You have become

A ghost passing through me

Around me,

Haunting me,

Recalling the still

Unresolved ache

I feel, the bitter

Aftertaste of unsweetened

Chocolate

When I ache for it

To be sweet.

I float over the weary road

And think of you,

Stirring up images

Of what I imagined,

Like ghosts shaped

Out of the fog.

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