Feel the Need

Feel the Need

I feel it in him, a shadow crawling,

hunger twisting beneath the ribs,

eyes glinting where the light fails,

a presence that presses against the air.

His hands tremble with secrets unspoken,

fingers brushing things they shouldn’t touch,

a pulse that drags through the quiet rooms,

pulling shadows with it wherever he goes.

Sometimes the need leaks in a smile,

cold and sharp, flickering like a knife,

sometimes it waits behind his silence,

thick and dark, watching, waiting for me.

I sense it in the spaces between words,

a weight I can’t shake, a pull I can’t name,

he carries it like a ghost, and I follow,

lost in the ache, and the darkness, and him.