Step out, step forward and away,
The dawning of a new day
But no sun in the sky to greet
The echoing of my feet.
Not chilly, cool or cold,
My muscles and bones feel old,
Sense the tentacles creeping in
Through my clothes and under my skin.
Yet there is nothing here to see,
As we walk, just Maggie and me,
Unknowingly having been kissed
By the morning’s heavy mist.