It will come very soon, I bet. Time passes by, anxiety grows, perhaps I did something wrong. Checked twice, with new range of hope. But there grows a doubt. Look through the window, look in the sky.
Time passes by.
I go to the toilet, quickly but slowly to let it happen lonely. I wait for it to start. I go away, no reason to stay in vain. Leaving, turn head behind, nothing came out, I leave without. Next day, next hope, next disappointment waiting for its appointment.