Away with the Mist

When you were once somebody's everything

and then you become a ghost

lingering, haunting their every move

then you make the space between their heart

and their mind even greater than it already was.


But of course this is just another rant

with all the things I will never say

to your face the way I always wanted to,

so this is my declaration of moving on:


As much as I love you, I do not miss you at all;

our dreams have become water from the moon,

and from this moment on my every thought

of you shall turn to smoke and mist

only to later d .r .i .f .t away


almost


completely.