The Fog

There’s a silence like an empty sheet of paper that I stare at
And the sunlight, it gets weaker as we crawl along the foreground

Do you remember the fog?

This is my heart, it’s the only artifact that I’ve held onto
(The music brings me back; I’ve waited long enough to find out this is where I want to be)
Not the letters that I never sent to home when I was growing
(The simple poetry, so many lines that I can’t let go to waste)

Do you remember the fog?
Do you remember the fall?
We miss it after all