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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful portrayal of the mighty spiritual experience that is love - a voyage of pure bliss, nicely brought forth from inner recesses of the heart with insight. Lovely poem written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Sheehy.