The Empty Pillow
All her life
she slept with one pillow
then she found him
and the One became Two.
She'd sleep on her tummy
he'd sleep on his side
sometimes their feet touching
always their souls intertwined.
He'd snore when in deep sleep
and she'd nag about it
when they woke
and to doing so he'd never admit
She'd fall asleep reading
her book resting on the head stand
he'd take it away every night
and kiss her head resting on her little hand.
The pillows piled up
as did the years
Some were for their heads
others for comforting longings and fears
Then one day he was gone
and in his place
were shattered memories,
his lingering cent and an empty space
Now she lies in bed
consumed by pain
Grief storming through her tired head
like a fright train
watching an empty pillow.
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