The Lack

 

hold the lack in your hands

in the shape of a guitar

take it everywhere

nobody notices

 

talk about it sing about it

something warms

carrying you through

your own busy thoughts 

 

comparing your lack 

with others

spending time in their holes

they're warm and friendly

but you prefer your own

 

filling it with flowers

books and cats

adding a table from ikea

it almost fills the lack