Mist

In this rainy mist
I am remissed
To miss neglectful lips

A kiss that tastes like bliss
A tongue to dance my wish

In this morning fog
Where you are gone
I hold on to sweet songs

A wrong that feels like God
To sip on for so long

A religion lost
Though never found
Profound in its foundation

Personal holocaust
All left to rot
Founding trepidation

But as my face sits wet
A wish to bet
What's met and left

I sit with nostrils full of smoke
Alive and baring hope