Cold Medicine and Wine

a fog upon a clear day
mine alone - clouded without you
reign me in, will you
sun setting on us both
no punctuation needed
on this chapter of self-importance
worth regardless of importance
is as necessary as an ego in an asylum

welcome me to hysteria
a mat of red
laid for the debacle of us
remember the tomorrow
we once promised each other
swept with euphoria
crystal and sapphire
victims of everything around us

clearing now, cauterized
in the haze of me
and the memory of you
all eyes seeing
as if to just tell us
the simple fact we knew all along
swirling and disappointed
in a fog upon a clear day