Raindrops slide down the window of the old Dasher hatchback
Between me and my relatives on the empty dawn Manhattan street
Ending two of the best weeks of my fresh new life.
Overjoyed I cry. How bittersweet.

Water drops drip down the butterfly shower curtain.
Drips of water forever remind me of whom I miss.
The shower spray on my head flows off my right eyebrow:
A proxy for my tears. I reminisce.