Five Miles To Empty

Cold as hell outside,
What made me not think to drive?
First mile is easy because the wind hasn’t picked up yet.
But I’m starting my second mile, and under the sweater and leather jacket combined with my brisk walk, I’m beginning to sweat.
Unlike most things in three, the third mile isn’t a charm.
My skull cap fell into a puddle and got wet, while the cold is starting to numb my toes, fingers, and arms!
Teeth are chattering fiercely and sanity has realized finally that walking in dress shoes, leather jacket, and thin sweater in the middle of the night in the middle of winter is not meant for me!
Reluctantly, I dial your number for you to pick me up after I walked out on you because after five miles of walking, I was on empty.

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive