I do not know her given name
everyone called her Misty.
Perhaps because she floated unnoticed
in a foggy ethereal calm
silently melting
into the environment.

He noticed her quiet countenance
and controlled her ever thought
Powerful strong mean and controlling.
Misty disappeared even further
into the vapor that was her.

She followed him like cargo
to be taken places.
Never to choose where.
I looked into her ice blue eyes
seeing the sadness she held inside.

People would say of them
What does he see in her?
She’s  so laid back dreamy
she has nothing to offer
Just a flat personality.

Out of the blue
I heard her shout only once
she said enough no more.
Then she broke free from him

I saw her a few years later
she told me she had traveled
to places she had only
seen in glossy brochures.

Had adventures in other places
that were not even
in travel magazines
Places she once thought
she would never  go to.
Well not on her own anyway.