In The Fog

Her hands are as small as mine

Grounding me to the Earth

Slowing my racing mind

Ceasing all operations

There’s only peace and clarity

My words spill from my mouth

No filter, no holding back

Not like with the others

Not like when I’m alone

She only smiles in response

And tells her own story

Keeping up, no slowing down

Her lips remind me that I’m real

Real and on the ground

When we separate, I am lost

Floating in the fog,

Trying to make sense of it all

She makes it clear,

if only for a little while.

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