I am wherever.

I slowly stepped up to the door. 1, 2, 3.. I counted the steps as I went, lightly placing my foot on the next as if I could awaken the street, if the pouring rain hadn’t already. My hand gripped onto the door knob. I turned.

Locked. Stammering, I looked towards your window on the second floor to see if you were waiting. Your room was lifeless -a coffin. Where were you?

I shifted my view to the puddles outlining the empty street. I know you’re in there. I turned back to the door to try the handle again, except, you had already started opening it from the inside.

You were crying, but instead of falling into my arms, you walked straight through me. Straight down the steps and into the street. You caught your taxi in the rain and left to wherever the roads would take you.