Fog

You said, you said.

The darkness moves like fingers underneath,
and every joyful sound, however loud
is dampened, and in the dampening grows teeth.
And truly, we are walking through a cloud.

And every joyful sound, already loud
is brightened by your presence by my side.
And truly, we are walking through a cloud
of happiness that flows, just like the tide.

The brightness of your presence by my side,
would never fade I thought, but I forgot
that happiness may ebb, just like the tide.
My love, you said, my love for you

would never fade, you said, you said, but you forgot
that darkness moves like fingers underneath.
And so, my love, my love for you
is dampened, and in the dampening grows teeth.

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I wrote this poem as a note originally, because Sapphra tagged me into one of those Notes poetry challenges, in this case to write an intensely emotional poem using the weather.

If you haven’t already, you should read hers too.

And then, when you’re done with that, join me Beneath the Dirt Line where I talk shop about this poem.