I'm not crying, you're crying...
wait, it's the fog.
It left someone else's feelings on my face in drops of condensation,
I'm crying for them, perhaps.
Because I am a cloud, fog doesn't bother me today
No, I must float
empty and unburdened to wherever the breeze pulls me
I will reconsider it all when I am full again.

I wanted to write a comment... I guess it's a poem. Idk, I LOVE YOU!