Interior Pillow Dreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sadness of truth buries me under grief's curtains,
holding me closely near death and it's embrace.

Folding me gently into folds of a nether world now
that you are gone from my life.

Missing conversations we used to have, fun we used
to seek, humor that was somehow always around us
when we were together.

An empty place remains at my table, causing images
to appear in where you once sat, bringing tears to
my mind's eyes and heart.

Wishing that there was a way to reach one another
once again.

Falling asleep, holding my pillow dreams interiorly,
until I dream of you again.

Bidding you a fond good night for now.