i sit on the porch

i wait for her

to come home. i sit on the porch

with the dog.

dinner is on the stove.

i wait.

i watch the sun slip behind

the trees.

a neighbor passes,

we wave.

it's getting cold, but i know

she's running late.

i trust her. i believe in her.

i pull my collar

up and whistle.

the street lamps go on,

with a glow

of pink.

the dog looks up into 

my eyes.

he's tired of waiting.

he wants to go in,

and despite my tears,

not me.