fog settles,

covering the street,

covering my thoughts,

as if erasing the lines

between then and now.


the wind whispers,

but I cannot listen, only hear;

Its voice is too full

of what I almost knew,

yet cannot find it in me to hold.


rain falls again, tenderly,

a quiet apology just for me,

a reminder that all things

pass, and always will,

even I.