Its Lack en Pink Slip

Pink Slip - Its Lack

The times I linger myself and I do not feel lack
other times however its lack makes me to lose air
the lack of its hands in my hair
the lack of its voice in my head
its lack
I go to feel its lack
I forgot already I feel
it lacks of its presence
its lack
it lacks of its musics of its laugh of its smile it are of hour
To speak serious I feel lack of everything

voice passing for telephone wires
of its clothes of its affections and your kisses