A rumble in the fog
Tells me I am not alone.
Quickened breaths
Faster steps
I try to flee
What stalks me in the dark
But when the fog clears
I see an empty field
Where the weeds have grown
Unkempt
And i wonder how i am meant
To trust others
When i can barely trust
Myself
The mountain mist
(And the paleness of its shroud)
Is a constant reminder
(In the darkness of my thoughts)
Of how much I really
(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)
Missed you