writing of love
and
need
in poetry
facilitates
the desperation
emptiness
pit within
from
so long
without

writing of love
and
need
in fiction
reminds me
of why
so many
of
these pathetic odes
return to it

i may sit on the outside and watch in wonder as it flits past my open chest cavity

but i still recall the wondrous feel

so at least the fiction can hold onto it where the truth cannot