Today’s been empty.
Just a lack of…
Just a space,
in which i’ve waited.
For something,
anything,
to happen.
As if the answers
would just appear.
Or the gaps,
in which i’ve lost things,
might release
our children
to my trust.
But it’s been empty.
Just a waste of…
Just some hours,
in which i’ve waited.
For nothing.
And achieved
just as much.
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