Clearing

Every day I run, I sprint, and jog
to get away, far from this heart.
With swollen ankles I try to part;
I’m still sitting in the fog.

 

Looking in eyes cleared of smog
I move my lips away from a mask.
No words omit from a simple task;
I’m still sitting in the fog.

 

With words unsaid I croak like a frog
wanting to say “I Love You”.
Because of you I grew with a new view;
I’m clearing away this fog.