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The fog creeps in
consuming all the buildings
covering the river
and hiding me.

My great view
of the twinkling city
and strong river
has disappeared.



How I wish you were here beside me!
watching the fog take over
we would talk seriously
and nonsensically.
Little boys and grown men
would be one topic.
and bumblebees and puddles, another.



What happiness.

But I am all alone.
You are not here.
Even my cappuccino is now gone.
Still the fog is covering the city.
Still the drizzly rain comes down.

my only happiness = thinking of you