The Fog Rolls In

Concealing things hidden,
Things I need to see,
To look upon
And know.
I don’t see the danger ahead
Like I used to.
I don’t see the memories
I’m supposed to be making.
I don’t know who you are,
Or why we’re sitting here
Drinking coffee.
The fog rolls in
And I wish I could see the sun
Peek through the clouds
Just one more time.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published Feb. 2012.

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