Pillow

I see you've still got that pillow

Was it for your birthday? Christmas?

Spontaneous?

 

I threw everything out thought you threw everything out but there it is a piece of our past

 

I came to watch you sleep.

Eyes shut, soft breath,

you drift to dreams upon your bed.

Of all the things you keep.

Eyes shut, soft breath,

the gift I gave under your head.

Reviews

[jonah]

nice job on giving the depiction and simple imagery on this poem, jaime. the impression of departure, that's what i got from this poem. The experience this poem gave made it work. nice writing

[Jaime]

Thank you for the kind words

[jonah]

no problem. keep on writing