It’s an art
I’m trying to master,
but all I manage to do
is fill the space of time with ‘items’
so that my thoughts don’t linger,
excessively, on the awaited one.
The void itself is grey,
but not always,
it does depend
on the nature of the expectation.
It’s dark grey now,
that I am waiting
for relieving news.
It can be purple,
in other cases,
better cases.
