Shrouded by fog,
I stand still , staring through it.
Eyes stare back at me
Who is it?
Why is he watching?
Why won't he step out?
Is this real,
or just my imagination?
His eyes they're familiar,
filled with sadness.
Tears are flowing,
Like a cry for help.
But why doesn't he just step out?
What is holding him back?
Maybe i should go to him,
The fog is denser now.
He is slowly fading away.
Will i reach him,
or will the fog
engulf me first?