In our mist.

sheets swept the floor.
it never seemed to bother me then.
the dew collected between our skin
but now the air has thinned.
this mist is a chore.
my presence is stale.
the man i new for a blink
has faded fore my need.
i can’t drown in winded limelight.
i can’t soak between a breeze.
drier, becomes dusk,
with every plea.
how to seize
an unfit shadow
or espy an feral shrew?
my confidence spills
in our midst.

About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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