Hole

Sometimes I think 
while sitting here 
and taking stock 
of a marvelous 
life that I 
have enjoyed far
more than most 
and I should 
be satisfied yet 

I long and
ache for had
for once had 
now missed and 
missing is worse
than not having 
for missing causes
an emptiness once 
filled by something 

Often wondering if 
a hole knows
that it’s empty 
before it’s filled 
or if perhaps 
an empty hole 
is happier then 
when absent anything