today, it was really winter

such as it is in california.

the trees are all dead, and the sky is as flat as a clouded mirror

and it was almost like i could see myself in the relfection of every car that passed

and sometimes, i could hear my name in my empty house

but mostly i think that is me being lonely

i could walk for miles tonight

my frozen hand in the palm of someone who i admire and whose cheeks get as pink as mine

we could sing "no name #3" verse after verse

we could sit on damp curbs for the chorus

and i would kiss them, just once