Fog envelopes all. Leaving dreams unfulfilled. Stuck in the clouds. Speeding. Don’t let it pass us by. Again. Not this time. We’ll make it work won’t we? We won’t. That’s why I’m here. And you’re there. And the space between is killing me. The miles. The trees. The sea. Everything. To hold you again. In my arms. Once more. But we push and pull. This tug-o-war. Our hearts are the casualties. In the end. I stand here looking. At you. As you stare right back at me. And I say hi. And you say bye. And we turn and walk away. And the space between is killing me.