Late

He's late again.
The rain is falling
and it's getting late
(too late)
I ask myself
if I should let him
in if he shows up
Of course
I know I will
my cheeks heat
as I see his car
pull up
in my driveway
I want to get angry
at him
and yell and scream
I prepare myself to
when I open the door
but his eyes
so sorry
so pained
he is already
more upset with himself
than I could ever be