Fog

I cross all my digits in hope to see you on the other side of the door

I enter the room believing you live in it, in these four walls alone, awaiting my return

I exit and you cease to exist, I retreat to bring life to you

We draw circles together alone and apart 

Always overlapping 

The orbs in which our love is trapped 

I once opened the door to find you missing

Broken spheres covering every surface 

Our love free from the trappings 

Refused to dissolve 

So now it roams freely 

As its own entity 

Visiting me in times of loneliness

Relaying all my secrets back to you

A phantasmic bridge between our distances 

It scurries dare either of us try to cross it

Content as a ghost, a light fog that taints our sight unexpectedly

Always disappearing with promise of return