Pink Slip - Its lack

The times I linger myself and I do not feel lackother times however its lack makes me to lose airthe lack of its hands in my hairthe lack of its voice in my headits lack I go to feel its lack I forgot already I feelit lacks of its presenceits lackit lacks of its musics of its laugh of its smile it are of hour To speak serious I feel lack of everythingvoice passing for telephone wiresof its clothes of its affections and your kisses