I'm sitting on the trunk of my car,

leafy green breeze snaking around me,

birds chattering, spring splintering alive.

I'm waiting for him,

his windows like eyes

clenched shut above me.

I have something to say to him;

I've had something to say

for a long time now,

but he's never shuts up,

always talking about his pain,

his anger, his sensitivity,

and how much he's growing

despite all my flaws.