Back in the old days,
it was always so exciting,
leaving early, battling snow,
stopping by the liquor store,
always open for people like me,
but today, I think I might go home
and read and write and do a tiny nap,
I’ll be thinking of you, slaving away
at work there, staring out the window
at a beautiful building.
I have hope for some of the flakes,
hope that they might charm you.