Bottom- up

by remembertoexhale

I imagine that as the fog rests on the mountain
coating it and spilling over like a table cloth
and how the sun shines lazily through it
like it can’t be bothered to compete
with your clouding effect
and as I dot all my I’s
and cross all my T’s
I can imagine you
neglecting to do so at every turn
and so while I sit here a little sadly
and remember the way that you used to stroke my arms
and how it used to confuse me 
because you never used to follow the grain of anything
I wonder if you are the clouding for someone else now
and stroking someone else’s arms bottom-up