I don’t wait for the elevator,
I fly down flights of stairs,
almost crash into Adam’s parents in the lobby.
Adam’s mother,
caramel bob,
coral nails,
his dad in a suit.
They kiss me on the cheek,
tell me they hope to see more of me.
I kiss them back blindly,
thunder booms outside.
Feather clouds swallowed
by a crashing, storming sky.