We fill in the blanks of what we don't know
with the worst that we can imagine.
Instead of finding out the truth,
we make up what we think happened.
Then, we dwell on those thoughts as though they are facts.
What she didn't tell you,
What he didn't say,
making up an answer, hoping the questions go away.
We fill the blanks of a parent's love with insufficient hugs.
We fill the blanks of personality with artificial coverings.
We fill the blanks of ambition with contentment.
We fill the blanks of success with excuses.
We fill the blanks of love with lust.
never realizing that they are merely figments of our creative imaginations.