Time, Space, Blankness

Is it not unfair,

how you give me

this burden of words

and colors?

I never did ask

for any time. None of it was mine

in the first place; like you.


Is it not unfair,

that before this space came to be,

the empty moments were enough

for me to count?

I let them pass

without looking them in the eye.

They weren’t mine to fill

in the first place; like you.


It is so unfair

that I was given a puzzle to solve,

when it was never mine

to hang whole upon

my empty walls

in the first place; like you.


Now I have these steady moments

and this undecorated space

with no words nor colors.

And for the first time I look it

in its eye and notice

its blankness.