I thought he wasn’t going fast enough

I was impatient

I pushed and pressed and cornered

I gave up exasperated

I hated myself for trying again

For giving him more chances

Sometimes he was in control and sometimes, maddeningly and devastatingly, he wasn’t

He wanted to talk it over and over with no movement I thought he was wasting my time

Time passed and passed and passed

He was still there

Time passed some more

He was waiting for me

He knew where I fell

He was waiting for me to start walking