Fog

I don't know what it is.
Maybe its the weather
Maybe its this place
it could be several things.

I wish the fog would clear itself, but I don't think it will.

I have been surrounded by it for too long now.
It's heavy and it makes me tired.
It makes me blue.
Maybe it is here to stay for good.
I hope not.

It makes me miss you and that is never good.
I don't know how to rid myself of this fog
so for now I will just believe it will go.