Nights mist <br />around my eyes <br /> <br />very similar to the fog <br />we walked through. <br /> <br />God <br />I miss her, <br /> <br />and walks <br />once had meaning. <br /> <br />similar, <br />to a ship in a bottle, <br /> <br />like lungs under pressure. <br /> <br />I used to breath <br />with her, <br /> <br />when walks <br />had meaning. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fog-9/
