In The Mist

After years, in that same mist,
What will I do if I see you in quiet hours?
Will you be there, or just a ghost?
If I find you standing still, with eyes
That I’ve known for years,

Will my eyes meet yours and stare,
Or will I not even take a glance?
Will my feet freeze, or will they move?
Or will I simply walk away?

Will I call your name loud,
Or will I stay silent?
Perhaps you’ve grown beyond
The boy you knew, the dreams we shared.
Perhaps the past is just a pond
That time has emptied, cold and bare.

For though the mist may blur the sky,
I will let it devour me.
Let the fog wrap around my soul,
A phantom touch on my weary skin.
Embrace the shadows where I tread.

For in this mist, I’ll linger long,
But still, I hope—despite the pain—
That in the mist, I’ll see your face.
And though we’ve changed,
Perhaps we’ll meet again.
I guess I will never know till we meet,
And yet, I wish we never do.

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