The Little Ones

The curves.
The sheer circular shape.
The bright, yellow petals.
The tall green stalk.
And if you look closely on the sphere,
you'll see all the little seeds, all the little parts.
The small things.
And if it weren't for these small things in the big circle
there would be no more.
No more beauty.
No more.
No more sunflowers.

Let me Go

You once said 'Let me go.'
My response was 'Let me stay.'
I can't decide which one was right.
Me? You? Or nobody?
I tried too hard.
Too hard to make you happy.
I was the elephant in the room.
The one everyone spoke about, but never to.
'Let me go.' I'd say at every party. Every social event.
I'd go home. No alcohol spotted breath.
Clean. Clean as a whistle. Or as clean as a used whistle can get.
'Let me stay.' You said that cloudy day in the park.
If people saw where I lived, saw my trash, they would think...
God only knows what they would think.
It wasn't my trash anyways.
It was yours.
But I don't blame you for wanting me to leave.
You didn't need an elephant. And I needed a mouse.
'Let me stay.'
'Let me go.'