Outside my window lies my welcome mat and the rain falls on my doorstep. I waited for you. Where has the day gone?

I waited for you. And the cloth clings to my torn cuff where my button fell off.

I should have let the door close, not grabbed for it. I should have gone outside. Today I could have gone outside, but I stayed. I waited for you, so long. I can’t wait for you, no more. So long.

I won’t wait for you no more, you’re so wrong. I’ll walk down the lane, down the line. When it rains, I’ll go outside.

Outside my window. Not home-bound, not waiting for you. Not wondering to myself, “Where has the day gone?”

If I was younger, I’d be outside, running.