The fog on the street tonight
Reminds me of that time of waiting
Just after d**h
Dark
With lights in the distance
Well aware of the others around me
Yet I was alone and at ease
Silence
Ah, to be free and away
From the hustle and bustle
Of the material world
But I knew I would have to return here
Again
So here I am for the umpteenth time
Filling empty pages with ornaments
Of rhyme
Every time I promise myself
That I will not forget my past
But I always do
I only remember the times in between
The waiting
In the mist