Waiting to merge
My predictions
Were correct
I felt
What I knew,
Like a subscription
To be filled
I waited anxious
For the news.
To be told
That its ready
But the call
Never came…
I saw the bottle
Fill up
Like heavy clouds
Teasing the desert with rain…
Papo Talks Thoughts 
Unfortunately life does not always provide what is implied…so well said with your words.
In precarious times all smoke signals fade to black, the tumult leaves pretty pigeons too dumbfounded for any drop — mo bigga betta deprogramming for a shocknawestruck POW perhaps? No blame.