ZERO VISIBILITY

It cleared out the same way it came in,

that fog in my head that made me think that I loved you.

While sleeping, it settled into every corner of my mind,

blanketing all logic and reason.

Dense layers settled into the low lying areas of my heart.

The daily drive of living became treacherous

no longer was I confident in my steering.

If only the radio had announced that all roads to my life

were temporarily closed due to zero visibility.

The fog was dense enough to be illuminated by light passing

through gas, making you appear as a radiant beam.

Somewhere in the distance I heard the call of a foghorn.

It was the voice of reason trying to reach me.

In the end, reality played the role of the sun and gradually

burned off the fog.


Visibility returned, and you vanished with it.