Here is where I wait for you,
The smell of evergreen filling my nostrils
Yet toxic fumes are produced
While I stay nestled safely inside
At your front door
From the gray monstrosity on wheels.
My gaze flows
From the empty gray upholstered passenger seat
To the dirt path in front of the stairs
Of which lead my eye down your hilly yard
And to the façade of your green,
Waiting for that movement
Barely visibly behind the screen door.
Impatience befalls me
My stare breaks.
I look to my left
At the home of your former lover
Taking note of a car
I have never seen before
Getting forty miles to the gallon.
Is it hers?
Trying to save the earth?
Remind me to ask you.
Impatience runs rampant
As if we were back in high school again
And we might be late to school
As we had been so many times.
I proceed into my pocket
Searching for my phone
To call and hurry you along
As I do every time impatience compels.
But there you are,
Movement behind the screen
Before you appear.