39 Months

It's already dark at five o'clock

Windy and icy so early in the season

The cold comes up from the asphalt through my soles

And my neck is stiff from the cold

I carry home an empty soul

There's a beat in my limbs that keeps my feet in motion

And I always pause under the heater of a store for fifty counts before continuing home

The city is a lonely place with wall to wall people

You can walk for miles without saying hello