the fog

there is a hungry fog behind my door

it ate
the street
the barking dog that disturbs my sleep
the bus stop
and all the people that were waiting for the bus

it ate
the passing cars
the bunged up streetlights
sleepy sun
the sky

it also ate my memories of you
the foggy image of your face
and warm taste of your skin

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