Hours of emptiness

The hours of emptiness
You try to fill them
With plans, with people
With spontaneous actions.
You dress up
Look so good
But the right occasion
That is missing.
So an artificial creation.
If not original
Then the supplement.
Waiting.
These hours.
The time running out.
The time so ample in hand.
You wanna will it away.
You wonder
Why is it getting late.