The Empty Spot

A spot had remained,
since a hundred thousand days,
that's what she thought,
as she tried to fill it,
in mulifarious ways.

She placed some new clothes,
and them some shiny heels,
she filled it with ribbons and candy,
in anticipation of,
it soon getting healed.

She placed friends,
laughter and adventures,
she put several smiles and movies,
and filled it treks and walks,
as also several caricatures.

She filled it with love,
with being taken out and pampered,
with long conversations,
and sleepless nights and false promises,
she thought this was the answer.

She tired to fill it with family,
each of them one by one,
mother father, sister, brother,
even uncles, aunts, distant cousins,
she even placed an imaginary, loving son.

But the more she tried,
the wider the gap grew,
now there was only one thing left,
'success' was the shape of that spot,
and I reckon that she knew.