winter

how i've wasted
an entire sunday
staring blankfaced
out've the window to the right

head denting my pillow
quilt heaped
on the laundry-clad double bed

witnessed late daybreak
winked through noon
yawned at the sight
of evening's prematurity

now its all black

see, nothing has changed all day
even to this very moment
as night densifies
it is solely
you
i think about