The Fog That Does Not Leave
It’s has a mind of its own
The Fog That Does Not Leave
Some fog is seasonal, harmless,
This one stays even in sun.
It moves independently of wind,
Like it carries intention.
It twists around streets and alleys,
Filling them with patience and care.
Pedestrians pause, unsure why,
And their steps feel borrowed.
I enter and it resists,
Not with violence, only knowing.
Each breath becomes negotiation,
Each moment carefully considered.
When I leave, it remains behind,
Covering what was revealed.
I realise I have not walked through it,
It has walked around me, instead.
The fog that does not leave,
Is patient, unhurried, alive.
I am not trapped, not yet,
But it remembers every move I make.
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