I'm Bad

At what I do.

To you.

It's all in the eyes.

The haze makes the picture clear.

The distance is lengthening.

So far I can hardly see across the divide.

I'm still here though.

Looking.

Not quite seeing.

Sometimes I do.

The fog lifts, and there it is.

So perfect in all of its glory.

Then just as suddenly as it cleared, it's covered up again.

For how long, I don't know.

I'll wait.

Much longer than some people think I should, or that most would.

But here I'll be, just a few degrees from serendipity.

:?