I wanted to Tell You.

The rain has been falling for over an hour. The radio fills the 300 square foot apartment with voices and the random canned sound bite. Jamie is running late. I slip on my boots and notice a small drop of yellow paint has dried next to the heel. Outside the blue line screeches to a halt and falls silent. I look at the far wall and notice the sun is crawling over the shelf of pots and pans, it's around 5. Jamie is running late.