I knew you were coming so I waited all day.
And so did you, holding back, seeking the perfect
moment to appear. But I could smell you in the air;
I could feel you on my skin.
When I heard you from the streets end,
I held my breath so that I wouldn't miss a
single sound. I listened, quiet as I could,
to hear you smack the warm dry ground;
blurring visibility as you fell.
Watching from the window, smiling smugly,
where I heard shouts and flip flops running.
In less than ten minutes you had gone,
but I knew that you were coming.