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.