Lady in the fog

She wrote to me again today. She wrote about the times, the seasons change and the days gone by. I wish I could have been there, the place she was. With white tipped mountains that overlooked the sea. I wish I could have seen her face as she stared out to sea looking, looking… watching over me. I sit and wonder now as time ticks by seasons change but not a day passes by, oh how I wonder too if she wanted all the same. Off in the fog now it seems. She sits staring back at me.