now is the time

[excuse_me_sir]

closets full of dust and piles of stuff
my floor is layered with dirt from my boots and lost change
candles to light what i can barely pick out
tight red lips sworn shut
longing for something, but not a chance of knowing what
skin still tingling from pepper
lungs wanting just one more.. smoke
first snow of the year
just enough white to let the loneliness creep
i want to touch your face, but i hold back
if only your eyes would reach me once more
so full of anger
into the night they go, somewhere
toward the coming winter
held up tight, ill tip my hat and keep my brow low
waiting.. for this time to pass