Over the grass and through the porch screen.
At times you were only limb and leaf
Then, as the wind shifted it was you again.
Limb and leaf, again.There you were, again.
I tried to close my eyes but I was too tired
From being sick over and over and over and...
I also heard you, earlier. No, not talking to me. Rustling.
Rustling like you do when you are
Outside the bedroom window somewhere in the roses.
Rustling and checking. Making sure. Letting me know.
At first, it was only the rain. Then Rustle. Rain.
I tried to throw my hands up at the sound but I was weak
And it was comforting to hear the roses rustle.
Both times, I thought (perhaps) you had come for me.
And You know how I am! All I could do was laugh!
That laugh I get when you just floor me with bad timing!
"I hope to God he can carry me out of here." Grinning.
"Does he not know? I am way too sick to walk."
