As the trains ran late in a frustrated wait
I danced and pranced towards the gate
I ran to him kicking my case and shawl
In anticipation of a hug afront them all…
As winters cease, my workload grows
The laptop groans under a heavy dose
My nights are dry, and his are dryer still
I wake up shuddering to the morning chill
January blues, its foggy dusk
Memories all a wisp of rusk
The heartburns pierce the side of my skin
My lungs get no air to breathe within
Today as i stopped my bike
Alongside the street
And watched the fog settling down its beat
Home suddenly seemed far away
My cheerful spirit was far from gay
Only moments like this in its undefined hue
Would stay with me forever true
