You were slurring all your words,
not making any sense,
laughing at things that weren’t funny,
stumbling through sentences
like the ground kept shifting.
I watched the light in your eyes
flicker in and out,
like you were here,
but only halfway—
the rest of you drowning
in whatever you were trying to escape.
It wasn’t cute,
or wild,
or free.
It was the kind of broken
you pretend is a good time
until the room goes quiet
and you finally hear
how far you’ve fallen.
And maybe you didn’t notice,
but I did—
every cracked edge,
every swallowed feeling,
every truth you were too gone to say.
You weren’t making sense…
but the pain beneath it?
That part was loud.
Through the Fog 