There is snow
falling
haphazardly
I was watching while
thinking
She
was sleeping.
Breathing quietly
I close the door and
turn the key.
and then I\'m here
among commuters
smelling Sunday and
stale beer.
Monday
where the remnants of
a weekend
lay in pizza boxes
food for urban foxes.
It\'s depressing how depressing
Monday makes me feel
some internal wounding
that never seems to heal.
I suppose it\'s just a shade of
winter blue
which we all go through
I know I do.
The snow will stop and I
will pop my head above
the parapet
get
some fresh air
and
wonder where
I am
or where I\'m going
Snowing?
it\'s February
so if has to be
doesn\'t it.