The form is Triple Heroic Sestet.

FOG

As mocha lattes warm two twin set hands,

The pouring rain meets windowpane, streams down,

And blurs the world outside to rainbow bands,

While chocolate warmth and friendship form the sound

Of two reflections sorting through the last

Small crumbs of many doubted choices past.

Those happy scenes of laughter fade away

Like mist, and I am standing here alone,

The solid gray of dark and dismal days,

Now that my coffee confidante is gone.

And there is no one left to voice my fears

Or hear the many words I long to share.

A burning question sends my unsure feet

Through icy puddles, searching for a ghost,

A mirror to fill the loud and silent seat

Beside me while I roam this foggy coast.

And when I find my prize, I hope and lie,

Some warmth will find my cold and clammy skies