As I walk,
Stumble,
Back from the Union,
Drunk on exhaustion,
The night lights
Make the frost seem
Less like diamonds
And more like thousands
Of LED lights
Shining brightly
Making me stumble more.

And thousands of thoughts
Race through my head
As I picture the lonely Saturday
In Barnes and Noble
I considered,
And the plans my father made.

Why won't my laundry
Get done at earlier hours?