THIS INEXPLICABLE NEED

EDWARD LEE

The silence you left comforts me more than your voice ever did, or your touch, or, for that matter, your very presence, my existence one of constantly coiled apprehension that I might disappoint you, anger you, lose you, all of which I did, and more, but that is not why you are gone; your heart simply ceased, quickly, surprisingly. Your heart ceased and now you are gone.

I miss you, without missing you, the comfort of silence, the absence of the fear of angering you, not enough to calm my need for you beside me, this inexplicable need.

(There is a story i heard)

Sarah

There is a story I heard of a little girl made of layers upon her skin so bright with a shine that blinds

Many wanted this shine that she wore with pride, with every year she grew her skin grew more fashy and she slowly gave her light away by only saying just ask me

She was naive but she was only a little girl

Not any knowing better and letting wasps to have her shine

Ultimately led to her demise

Wasps came to rip her apart layer by layer with false words, they Lied about who they were and why they arose

With every tear that fell, her body and soul were expose

Left with nothing at all, she no longer had the shine that many wanted

Now she’s left in the dark stumbling and gaging blind

Grabbing whatever layers she can fnd to cover her blackhole, Now left with a blanket of layers and fre made from coal

Unfair ending for the little girl now woes

But no one can change it because that’s how the story goes