there's a man outside

there's a man outside
my house
looking in. I don't know him.
he's well dressed
and holding an umbrella
over his head.
it's raining.
maybe he used
to live here. or wants to live
here now.
I peek out the blinds.
he's very patient,
his hands are in his pockets,
he seems to have
all the time in the world.
he sees me looking out
and waves.
I lock the doors.
I turn off all the lights.
I lie in bed
and think about my own
life.
is there somewhere that i'd
rather be.
would I have the patience
to wait
and wait, like he's doing,
for someone else to leave.