Watching The Watch

the night is as young as
the frost on my windows
and dark as the tinting
that graces them too
translucent but muddy
my vision is ugly
the piercing i'm feeling
is something that i'm not used to

*this could be the
picture that told a thousand words
i never wanted to know

i remember that night
the clouds were back and hiding this mess
it's time
it's time for me to go