Fog

 You and me

create a fog, confusion

disturbance

leading to me staying up and writing all these poems

I am perturbed, my initial peace, disrupted

I need strength to go back to me

our first video call was a week ago, oh how things escalated

I think you like the way I get to do things around you,

the pull you have on me

Cut it, cut it all, the string that pulls on both of our psyches

Cut it all off, take care of business, life before we spoke. Let's go back to that.

Let's go back to that