You, Me and the Fog

I know you are out there

a dense-pallid fog hangs between

parting you and me

and i cannot see , the Beyond.

soon

We could have had the memory
of that one night before you left
Where time stands so still
that moon beams through the skylight
paint you in my mind

brambles — poetry

sometimes there is never a good time to say goodbye

Time never stops for us to say goodbye
The lingering pause, the words known our minds deny
Winds of change a breeze now but soon to blow
By summer’s end that one of us must go