I wake up in the dark,
Terrified and unable to move.
Trapped in the iceberg that has become of my room.
Encapsulated in a dull mist.
The clock on my wall chimes 3 o’clock.
Again, I’m up at the witching hour.
For the third week straight.
Just thinking of you.

Blinding white light makes its way through the night and drips through the curtains,
While the bracing wind dances with the flowers you gave me so long ago,
Sitting in their vase and wilting,
Still all alone.
I look at them and I remember that night in December.
Encapsulated in a dull mist.
I crawl my way out of my cradle in the catacombs,
As I stir like a cat in a box.
Every day for me is an equinox.

I make my way to the wall full of pictures,
The wall that always brings up a few snickers.
I see braces on smiles,
I smell gummy bears and  I somehow hear laughs.
But although I know we’re there,
I can’t see me and you anywhere.
We are encapsulated in a dull mist.
Together
Yet
Apart.
Encapsulated by a dull mist.