Nights mist
around my eyes
very similar to the fog
we walked through.
God
I miss her,
and walks
once had meaning.
similar,
to a ship in a bottle,
like lungs under pressure.
I used to breath
with her,
when walks
had meaning.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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