The Fog Song

I was staring at a street light Across the road behind my house As the fog gathered around it in the night And I sat, stone-faced, shaking inside Like a frightened little mouse I was sitting in the chair where you'd once been I could smell your perfume on the pillow But memories just remind me how lonely I am And even though that's how I feel It's what I'm most afraid to let you know So I sit and watch the fog roll in In a gentle, persistent sweep Wondering when you might begin To see the truth at the shallow bottom Of a well you once thought to be so deep Maybe the fog isn't real Maybe we hide from ourselves Maybe it's hidden all I feel Amd my heart just sits and gathers dust Like the unread books upon my shelves