secondchancesyndrome

This is the starting point


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.