Fog invades the bay –
The world is suddenly covered in a cloud,
The world becomes so small, known, and cold.
My fingers are numb,
The cold stings my face,
Little droplets of mist tickle my nose.
Fog, a cold breeze, a bright sun –
It’s winter in California.
What I would do if I could spend it with you and your warm laughter.
Splitter, splatter, the rain outside beats.
Tap, tip, it’s knocking.
No stopping, no light, just drops falling
Towards the muddy ground.
Tick tock, the clock is ticking
Sleep soon, wake soon.
Pounding, beating heart
Tells otherwise, feels pain.
Clenching like a fist,
Fear spreads throughout the body.
Love, love, love –
So much more love to give.