Fog

Girl in the Fog

Yesterday, I forgot your scent.
Wisps of your body perfume
No longer linger in my memory.

Today, I forgot your grasp.
My hand in yours, those lovely fingers
No longer touch my memory.

As if there is no tomorrow,
I try to hold on to everything we had.
The sun rises still.

When distance leaves us,
Will it all be novel again?

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Photograph by Alex (eflon)

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Thomas De Moor

Salesman at work, writer at heart. Blogs about science and life at traversetheuniverse.com.

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