The Void of You
The Subtle Art Of Yearning
The black hole seems seconds from my heart and yet buried deep inside my soul.
Your absence seems to start a chain reaction where my organs pretend to do everything they did before, but not correctly. Not really.
Your absence makes every happy interaction with acquaintances and strangers feel performative.
My body, a grotesque marionette. My every movement feels manual now.
Breathe, Lauren.
Say thank you, Lauren.
Smile, Lauren.
Blink.
How can I ever love again when I've already loved the best man I will ever know? And will my loving be manual then too?
Nurture, Lauren.
Smile, Lauren.
Reply, Lauren.
Would anyone want that?
I know the answer to that already.
Yes.
Like an AI model with near-perfect big naturals: speak when spoken to, laugh, smile, nod, agree, comply.
Or will he find me again?
Deep, entangled in his intestines.
Like some sort of GPS, guiding each other magnetically across this emotional great divide. Our bodies begging us to drop pretense and ego in the hopes we can surmount this great risk.
In the hopes we can, in fact, one day, together, do
more than just survive?
About the Creator
L.K. Rolan
L.K studied Literature in college. She lives with her handsome, bearded boyfriend Tom and their two cats.
They all enjoy cups of Earl Grey tea together, while working on new stories and planning adventures for the years ahead.
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