you, the pillow…


© photo by michelle bryant

this morning
like many others,
i wake to the sun shining through the window
with the thought of you on my mind.

and i turn-
but the pillow bears no resemblance to you.

yet somehow,
last night,
the kisses i received,
the tenderness of your caress,
the touch of your skin against mine,
though heartfelt-
were reciprocated in my mere dreams.

and so i lie here
gasping in this memory.

refusing to let go-
of the memory,
the pillow,
or you.

© michelle bryant

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