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I Missed Her


I opened my eyes

And The Face was there

But I didn’t jump at the sight of It.

It was already tearing me out of her,

And it was too far along for me to protest.

 

I calmly floated above her

She laid there still

And “she” was my body

Staring back at me.

 

The Face looked at me with a mischievous smile

I scowled in reply

It gestured towards her with clear intention

Of nudging me to move on with it.

 

I ordered her on what to do

“Get up”

“Walk over”

“Get ready,”

And she did as I said as I said it

The Face followed close in watching

I did my best to ignore It.

 

She went to school

I told her “smile”

I told her “laugh in honest”

I told her “write”

I told her “study your hardest”

She did it, but very robotically

Because she didn’t have me inside of me.

 

Her friends suspected nothing

As I was desperate to accomplish

The Face was ecstatic as friends were fooled

By the blank happy face in front of them.

 

The final bell rang

“Get up”

“Walk over”

“Get home,”

And she did as I said as I said it

I was really starting to regret

Tricking her friends

My friends,

Into thinking she felt just the same as them.

 

I looked at The Face in pleading

To let me and her reunite

It shook It’s head no and I cried and I cried

 

Because I missed her

 

I missed her so much,

She needed me

 

I missed her.

 
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