Sitting in my car
outside your house.
It was raining heavily. I was
waiting for you to finish
brushing your teeth.
I had been reading from
the book of words
but they were beginning to
meld and move
so instead I sat
in silence and listened
to the sound of the rain
on the roof.
And as I sat there,
watching the rocks outside
getting wetter
and wetter,
I knew that someday
you would disappoint me
and be done.
But I didn’t care.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 