The Sense Of An Ending?

night shift done
I clutch a bottle
down the snowy road
to where we live
-- my shadow and I

one glass of wine
after another
loneliness
shrinks to the size
of my attic room

soul-tired
of my drunken shadow
in dim light
I open the window
to let out the silence

Skylark, 6:2, Winter 2018