Long Winter

I keep catching myself
holding you so
in the space between thoughts
as if it was my default position
I autocorrect my focus
A locus of ideas bubbling to the surface
Popping my mind back to reality
A different shade of grey than yesterday
Time beats on too slowly to notice
and yet too quickly to keep up
I brace myself for a long winter

I dunno.  Another long weekend where I felt like I needed to write something at the end of it so that I felt semi-productive.  Peace out.