The Fog

There is a fog in the air 

Laden with dust, mist and memories 

It all hits the back of my throat  

With every deep breath 

I’m catapulted to a time when we were together 

As friends, lovers and things undefined 

A wire mesh

Of fingers and limbs intertwined  

To ward off the cold within and without 

Feelings leading 

Innocence guiding 

••••••••••••••••••• 

There’s a fog in the air 

It hit the back of my throat 

It held the entrapments i thought we were free of 

It hit me…on my way through life

On my perceived way to it 

Stupid fog 

Recalling everything we didn’t.

Author: loladeniyi

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