The expected is what came.
What came to you in a flash of light.
When you know its going to happen.
A deja vu
You cannot help but ask why.
Why did it come to me?
I expected it.
Did expect it
Why is this poem even called The Expected?
The phone rang and I was thinking,
just before about something mundane.
Something material, Something that always becomes insignificant.
You know before the night falls
Just before they arrive.
I must be there!
I must make sure that this is not the end.
No, Never The End.
You expected it didn’t you? Didn’t you?!
If you did, then why are you being a little Puss.
A Puss which mews
She’s my grandmother.