she'll be out soon

i've

spent hours waiting

for her

to get ready.

i've sat in the car

while

it rained and listened

to the entire catalogue

of Bob Dylan.

i know, i know,

she's a woman.

she has lipstick to put

on,

hair to brush,

changes of clothes

to be made.

shoes and a matching

purse will

tumble

from the walk-in closet

onto the bed

at some point.

i can almost see her

turning around

and around

in front of the mirror

before she comes out.

sometimes

the sun will go down,

sometimes

the seasons will change.

and still,

there i am, patient

as always,

waiting.