Holding Out For A Hero

In the passé way in which everything that you do is done,
I've seen you answer the phone, and although the answer
was much expected to your age-old question of hello,
I still feel that it was unfair of you to laugh. 

Then, when days pass, and I see you, after the cars in your
driveway have been gone for weeks, kneeling by yourself,
with your hair – all yellow and red – yanked back in one of
those ponytail holders that has been stretched to the limit,
I know it is unfair of me to smile. 

But seeing you so human, after too long, has that
effect on me. 



~Hammeh