Babs

Snowy steps,
and icy air,
encapsulate every fiber in my bones.

Instead of sulking alone,
I cook a four course meal,
pour a glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc,
and dance to that old song spinning in my head.

I find the temptation to cruise the Internet and feel bad for myself,
admiring others lives that appear better than mine,
but suddenly realize theirs is equally terrible,
and they are simply basking in their five minutes of fame.

Soon all those feelings and happiness will fade
and the mundane will settle back in,
putting them in the same position as I.

No, I will not feel bad about my life,
because tonight it's just me,
my wine,
and Barbara.