Half full, half empty

My car rolls up
On a snow slick driveway.

The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.

Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.

My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.

And yet my feet are frozen.

The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.

I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.

I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.

I wait.
The song stops.

And now I am in the
Cold, dark, and silence.

And I stare at the house.
It stares back.

 We sit in this cold silence
Together.

A house,
Not quite full.

A car,
Not quite empty.

I open the door,
And lock it.

Waving goodbye to the day that I had,
And moving forward to night to come.