Moments spent waiting with stillness, inactivity, and
Ticking time are the smoothness in the silence and perfection of waiting.
Is it an interruption of love,
A collective ending or …
Maybe just a pause in time,
A stopping of existence which becomes an eternity in thought.
Is time spent waiting, wasted?
Only the end will tell.
A longing to hold, a missed kiss, an emptying of soul
Fill the moments spent