Written 25th July, 2026 for Pick-A-Title, Vol 58 Poetry Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Fog, a white breath pressing the world flat, the outline forgotten. Rain falling, softening the shape of the day. Memory moves, a pale pressure, a drift. Clouds break. A ray of sun. A memory sparks. Memory begins to fog; names mist over, slowly, ebbing. Fragments remain: thoughts behind mist, whispers of light. a hush gathering, the day thinning, thought fading. Not ruin. Not collapse. Only the mind slowly forgetting.
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