It’s so foggy today.
It reminds me of you.
It reminds me of how I can’t see through you no matter how hard I try, and how I have no control over this.
It reminds me of hidden secrets, of the constant threat of yet another lie hanging in the air, right there in front of my face, but I can’t see it clearly enough to identify it.
It reminds me of the way that I stare into the blindness, widening my eyes as if that willl help, and grasp the faintest outline of you, but just as I do, you disappear again, leaving me to wonder when I might catch a glimpse of you next, if at all.
It’s so foggy today.
I wish it didn’t remind me of you.