The fog covers the ground
blurring the wiev of bystanders
as we separated our two lives.

I cry that day,
the day I lost you.
Lost what we had,
lost your love.

I cry my loss of understanding.
I cry my living love that still burns for you.

I cry that you have moved on
and sit here dwelling on the thought
of what could have been,
if it wasn't for my fear
fear of being loved.
G