Was it last February?

I think it was.

A year of moments

In the fullness of her absence.

 

She pinned me against the wall

In that parking garage

And kissed me as if the next moment she would die.

I watched as she drove the wrong way out of the garage

And in that mystic fog, drove out of my life.

 

And, yet a year later

I walked down those stairs that lead to our kiss

Behind a shadow that moves from the fog

At the foot of the stairs

I call out, “Hey Charmaine”

She freezes for a moment of eternity

Finally, she turns and devours my sight

She compliments my long hair

I tell her “thanks”

And once again we are enveloped by that mystic fog

 

I cry once again in the face of the stars that night

I thought I was over her, I wanted to think I was

But once again the silence of the universe

Reminds me that I have no other choice but to love her

And once again I curse her celestial beauty

That gave me a love that can’t be

Except in a mystical fog.