Wading through the mist
An evaporating substance
Turning to see you, squinting as if it will make it easier
Parts hidden, parts exposed

Gleefully hopping over the waves
Soaking our clothes
Reaching my hand behind to grab yours
Trailing behind, observing

Can we slow time?
Or is it still passing despite the moments treasured
Immersing ourselves knee deep
Mist finely coating us

And will time normalize once the mist evaporates?
No longer able to squeeze between our embrace
Able to see clearly
Who is in front of me.


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