Walking his
dog, alone under the frozen
trees, in his frozen
neighborhood, under the frozen
moon that is followed by
ten thousand frozen, burning stars. Wondering if his
parents are happy, wondering if his
girlfriend loves him, wondering if he cares if she does. Feeling his frozen
heart, trying to melt it away with
candy smokes that he made up, trying to be a
man. Wondering if he wants to go to
college, where he fears the
cold.
Walking his dog, alone, he wonders if the girl he loves (not his girlfriend, of course) loves him, wonders what love is. Wonders if his dog feels love, wandering aimlessly down the street. Wonders if he's going to waste the next day typing nodes, or waste the next day studying for mid-terms. Wondering if there is any way to spend his time that isn't wasted. Trying to remember his first kiss, wandering aimlessly through frozen corridors of his memory, wondering if any of it matters. Cold now, he yanks the dog gently, says goodnight to God, and walks inside his frozen burning house.