The mark still shows where once you head was laid.
Alongside that made by my own skull.
A tender moment shared by two who love.
Etched in a down filled bag.
Still hanging in the air the scent of after shave.
A smell that is just uniquely you.
Molecules of memory wrapped in air
As you are in my heart.
When you’re not here, this is my pillow of memories;
Signs of tender moments we have shared.
Giving colour to memories held so dear.
Blessings of moments passed.
But no pillow can capture your glowing smile,
Nor echo back the joy of your laugh.
Your touch might be soft as any down,
But not captured in feathers.
These wonderful, sensual memories are stored elsewhere.
Backed up to bring me joy when we’re apart.
They feed my love for you, bring forth a smile
For they are pillowed in my heart
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