Go Outside

Somedays it is dark outside

and it makes it dark inside.

It makes us tired and

hazy

because,

it is definitely a 

hazy shade of winter 

out there today.

So we don't know how to feel

because now it is wintertime 

for real.

It is a new year

with new snow

and the same grey

lingering

insists 

on inserting itself here,

a remnant of the old

as we are pulling 

and struggling and sinking

our heels into the new.

And I'm still wanting

people and places

that are not here.

Because so few things

are here

in this space of time

we are occupying.

How is it so

that everything is

everywhere else.

How is it

that nothing we 

could ever want 

is here?

Is that what makes us

so lustful of these things?

Illustrious and vague

and so far away?

Is it just so

because we need 

something to look forward to

all the time?

Do we desire for the sake of desiring?

Or is it really something

deep in our souls and our

breaking growing bones

that beckons us elsewhere

and spurs the winds at our heels

so we can get out of here?

I like to think it's the latter.

And by the way,

I sort of miss you

more than I intended 

to allow myself to.