No need to complicate.

I packed a suitcase of dirty clothes,
picked up the pieces,
placed my piles in neat rows.

I can't finish if I don't start.
Another sip of the coffee sludge.
Cold.

You called with disapointing news.
Kept me distracted for too long.

Too long. That's what it's been.
Too long.

But a little more;
More writing.
And waiting.

I'll sleep on the plane.