I cannot touch your fog people
They haunt me every night
Sad smiles slipping from their faded lips
There’s a moth drowning in the candlelight
The velvet flour of its wings
Dancing in the flames and casting shadows
Over my sunken eyes
I’m searching for your breathless
But maybe that’s my problem
Perhaps all they are is smoke and air
There’s no moon tonight in this sinkhole sky
The blackbirds have smothered her
In their charcoal feathers as fireflies
Pretend to form stars
I can only remember your voice
Ringing like elk-song in my ears
When their dew point fingers brushed my heart
There’s a silence that is pulling at my soul
The soft glow from my chest
Is being dragged over those unlit fields
I walk alone
I cannot touch your fog people
They are not mine to see
Sifting in between here and eternity
There’s a scream echoing in my memories
The desire to touch your mist
Leaving hopeless footsteps that end abruptly
And do not exist