flagging down a taxi

you stand
on the curb
and try to wave
a taxi
down.
it's raining.
your shoes
are wet,
you are cold
and shivering.
you have
to get somewhere
and already
you're late.
she never
waits, she'll
never forgive
you for being
late
again.
she'll make you
pay for this
injustice.
she'll ignore
how cold
you are, how
soaked to the
bones you are.
it's not about you.
it never has
been.
you lower your hand,
and decide
to go
in a different
direction.
but first you
need coffee
and a warm heart
to tell your story
to.