When I find myself driving
down an endless stretch
of familiar and often taken
roads,
I will drum my fingers on the steering
wheel,
curse every red light,
and press my foot harder upon
the gas pedal.
I have waited long enough,
I will hiss under my breath,
practically rolling through
that stop sign near your house.

When I find myself at your front door,
I will pause and collect myself,
for I know I will be in shambles
when I hear the sound
of the lock unsticking,
with you standing there
in the doorway,
smiling teeth and all.