While we talked on
The phone that night
I pictured you in pajamas
With blankets
& Far too many pillows
Around you on your bed
But you'd squeeze the pillow
By your side
& Pretend it was me
You'd tell me secrets
About your fears
As a child
You'd trust me
Even after they
Told you not to
You'd have
Hallucinations
Of wedding scenes on
Your white ceiling
Until the car pulled away
'Just Married'
& I'd pull away
I'd say
'I have to go to bed'
You'd reply
'Okay'
With an uneasiness
In your voice
As if you wouldn't
Be able to sleep
Without
My presence
Because my presents
Don't suffice
My cologne
Lingers
On your pillow
But when you
Try to hold onto
The image of
My face in your
Mind
You find me
Fading away
From you like smoke
I like the way you break up thoughts. It holds my attention and keeps things simple. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She's pining for you, this beautiful girl all snuggled up in fluffy pillows dreaming of her wedding day and you.............Beautiful!