She Was The One Poem by TSOHGEHT SHEEHY

I cuddle that pillow
you left behind.
It's not as soft,
but the scent of your hair
I still can find.

Of course it's not the same
like all the things
I hold to
only because
they remind me of you.

The joy they once gave
has gone away
but the love we had
still lingers in every
picture frame.

The tears I once cried
have been set aside
but moving on,
just can't be done
when the love you lost
no doubt was the one.