Whispers of the fog came to me this morning
To me the foggy one
The lover of the dawns and the dusks
Tucked in books
Wrapped in papers
And pregnant pauses
In faces grimacing
Staring outwardly
Contorted by thoughts
At times by sleep
Or the droning engine
Then in those windows
I saw that stoop, that gait
It was yours!
I recognised it at once
Then and there I knew
How much I love you
That you’ll stay with me forever
Both in my stoop and in my gait
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