If your pillow had a voice.

What stories it could tell?

Would it tell the tale?

Of love and loneliness?

Of laughter and lust?

Of heartbreak and happiness?

Of sadness and solitude?

If your pillow could talk to you.

It would tell you

Sometimes

You let yourself give in

To the hope of holding her once again one day.

False hope, maybe,

But it’s the only thing that gets you through nights like these.

Another night,

It would comfort you,

I caught you thinking about her again.

I know, it’s nothing new-

You thought about her yesterday

And the day before that.

You need to work on that.

Then another night,

Why do you keep doing this to yourself?

The way you still check up on her when you are nothing

But a second thought,

If a thought at all.

It’s no wonder you are still a mess.

Why can’t you just let it go?

You feel tired

Sleep just ain’t cutting it anymore.

You’ve felt this way for quite some time.

I wonder if anyone else feels this way too.

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