If the Fog Lifts, by Megan Aline
Mist disappears into clear air
Turns into the space between us
We once were something no one could hold
All could see, none would breathe
It was an occurrence that clings under limbs
We were a paring like Lady Slipper and Pine
Reach for yesterdays fog
Grasp at straws that floss between fingers
-by SPL
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