He said he loved the fog

He couldn’t stop raving about it on our jog

I asked him what he likes about it

He said, “It makes everything beautiful”

I didn’t doubt it

It was like we were running through fresh snow

The world was a little quieter, every object surrounded by a glow

Orange street lights shimmered

And the bridge was barely visible over the river

Just one step in front of the next

We could see our breath

“What I love the most,” he said, “is how people disappear”

He ran off and I couldn’t see him

I finally got to the hidden bridge

It was like I was dreamin’

Everything was quiet, I felt an old familiar fear

When out of the darkness a voice said, in foggy breath, “You’re beautiful and I’m glad you’re here”

Turns out he was just a few feet away

We hugged and kept jogging in a haze

Best friends and partners, in a wonderland cheer

We ran over the bridge, through the fog

And disappeared