Clouded View

My vision blurs

As the mist falls

Leaving spots on my glasses

Like your point of view

Of our relationship

It is all distorted

Into a happy home

But I am not happy

I haven’t been

For a long time now

And you can’t even see it

Hazy eyes see

Only half truths

As things fall apart

All around you and I

I am tired of

Picking up the pieces

If you will take the broom

I’m willing to try

If not

This is goodbye


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – mist