have you ever noticed
how the fog seems to trap the light
every headlight
every street lamp
their light hangs in the fog
and i move
through a moment
trapped in time
when the rain starts
i don’t feel so alone
nature cries with me
she’s imperfect
and we cry together
until the storm clears
alone in my moment
a second to think
i love me
i love my outlook
the way i perceive things
i have a gift
that many don’t have
to see the world
as a beautiful place
wind whipping through my hair
the leaves whispering above me
telling me stories
of life
that breaths around me
singing a sweet melody
the music in my ears
it’ll never be the same
this room used to be full
of people
of laughter
now in their absence
shadows shift in the corners
they flow into foggy patterns
of memories
and ghosts
but
it’ll never be the same

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