Fog
Churning crunching crushing
Creeping guilty convict
Regret rattling round his neck
Half wish
Half heart
Half tongue
A nostril
And An eye
Conglomerate of halves
Rising as one
Inhaling
Exhaling Lung
Clutching at wholes
To grab his Half
Half nose
Catching Half a cold
A sneeze that went unblessed
Squeezing out one last vapid Half puff
Of a Half tossed Half glowing cigarette
Half a heart
Pockets a Half conscience
Left aside for Half the night
And for his Half tongue
A Half promise
A Grey truth
A White lie
Mocking me with my lost love’s
Last Half wish
Dangling his catch before me
A Half Dead
Dew filled
Tingling Half Sigh
Snickering Half consummate
Slithered away
Claiming for his arid eye
Half a tear
That I didn’t cry.
