Tears roll across the pillow
Until they sink into the fabric, fluff and air.
Never truly gone
Until the pillow is lost for good.
I'm not a big fan of poetry, but the above poem came to me in the middle of the night when I wasn't sleeping. I wrote in one a post-it note by the light of the night-light in the bathroom. And now I share it here so it doesn't just get thrown out.
That is pretty good Sarah. Thanks for sharing it.
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