maybe it's nothing

i'm easily bothered
lately,
on edge, distracted.
less tolerant
of the world and the people
that have filled it.
maybe
it's the weather,
the lack
of love. the lack of warm
air.
the absence of son
and dog.
maybe it's being another
year older
and less wiser.
maybe it's nothing,
nothing
that a good sleep won't
wash away
in a pleasant
wave of dreams.