Fogging up the windows,
It’s like drenched, thick smoke
Close me up,
Squish me,
Crush me,
Strangle me –
I’m being thrown in and out of consciousness.
Silver-white fog,
Oh, follow me through the dark streets.
Carry your bits of moonlight,
And light the way for another person.

Humidity is your breath,
Cool,
Then warm against my back.
I turn around to find you –
And you’re not there.
An ocean wants you back,
I’ve been told.
‘Create another storm!’ it screams.
Droplets dot the windowpane,
‘Are you crying?’ I ask quietly.
I know you wouldn’t say so.

Words fail you.
You have no mouth.
A silent shadow,
A haunting memory,
Why am I afraid of you,
When you’re nothing more than –
Midnight?