I’m not done with you, my dear, no, not yet
Still can’t forget you, my bitter-sweet regret
I still remember your smile and sweet embrace
As I hold your soft warm pillow to my face
The tears still fall, I am sad to say
I still dream about you both night and day
Oh I still miss you, my bitter-sweet regret
I clutch your pillow, yes, still soaking wet!
Hi SONYA - Short but so so sweet! It happens to us all and if it's any consolation REAL MEN cry into their pillows also. Many of the lovely and supportive Poemhunter Family find it is very cathartic (healing) to put our heartaches into verse and share it with the FAMILY! I will be your friend if you will be mine! I find the Phipino (and Phipina) poem on PH very emotive and living in NYC (an amazing City) probably stirs other aspects of the muse as well! Well done thanks for sharing - I've given you a 10 X. Please read 'The Silence of the Night' and 'Gentleness is a lost Virtue' THANKS!
This is kind of sad but a mere proof of the gentle, sweet, caring, romantic, loving side of you, dear poet and friend. cheer up! lots of love and smiles for you :) :) :) hugs & kisses, Smiley
Another sensitive and heartfelt poem. The rhyme is great and the wet pillow is a wonderful metaphor to round up this bitter/sweet write. 10 love Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
........, and still soaking wet! Very emotional conclusion which justifies the concept beautifully and tenderly.