It's misty now.
Outside.
In here.
Where there's fear.
Coating the lines of my
Face.
Bumping in the dark air.
Sometimes.
Light
Finds its way.
And I pass into the
Flight of mind.
Passing.
Passing into my stare.
They are memories now.
And I wonder.
Deeply.
If what was meant to be.
Passed into me.
And here with mist in
My hands.
Rolling in my veins.
These what once were.
Passing into me.
Two Sags contact me.
Seconds apart.
What sort of plight must lie
Between the second I.
And the key to that door.
Must find that
Door.