I'm tired of winter

Every finger is swollen and every knuckle

cracked, and

I'm content to waste my day

asleep, street clothes and bedsheets

While my friends are out having a time

It's not so much jealousy or loneliness as

the feeling that I missed

something.

It's been a bad week, a bad month, because

contrary to popular belief

My bed has remained empty for quite some time

And long sleeves, long pants, three blankets

still can't quite keep out the cold.