Untitled California No. One

It’s ten thirty three at night.
The living room is empty, but I
still don’t feel like singing.
It’s colder than it should be in California regardless
of the imminent winter.
Your lowercase love notes are not for me,
and neither is this disheartened rain.
Monday has already arrived in Wisconsin,  and I
think maybe I should go back, or at lest call
Even though the storms there frighten me,
Because fear is better than nothing at all
and the rain here couldn’t care less.