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Pillow Talk
If only my pillow could talk..
I wonder now and then
Would it tell the truth?
Would it be honest like me?
If I asked my pillow
How many times I’ve soaked my eyes in it
It may throw a number or two
If I asked my pillow
How many nights
I’ve beaten the hell out of it
There would be no answer
If I begged my pillow for forgiveness
From years of mistreatment and neglect
I imagine it would try to reply
But such words would be muffled by my head
My pillow never once failed to listen
On nights I stayed up late
Or didn’t take my medicine
My pillow carried me to sleep
And now that it’s my turn to listen
I fear my pillow will not speak
I wonder now and then
Would it tell the truth?
Would it be honest like me?
If I asked my pillow
How many times I’ve soaked my eyes in it
It may throw a number or two
If I asked my pillow
How many nights
I’ve beaten the hell out of it
There would be no answer
If I begged my pillow for forgiveness
From years of mistreatment and neglect
I imagine it would try to reply
But such words would be muffled by my head
My pillow never once failed to listen
On nights I stayed up late
Or didn’t take my medicine
My pillow carried me to sleep
And now that it’s my turn to listen
I fear my pillow will not speak
Published 17th Apr 2021
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Dear T,
What a fascinating point of view. You’ve got me thinking now how horribly I’ve mistreated my pillow and hoping I can pay it off so it won’t talk! And to think the only thing that’s ever really a constant in every situation is our pillows. I’ve a new found respect for this. I love this notion. “ How many times I’ve soaked my eyes in it” how well I understand this! Absolutely fantastic write. H🌷
What a fascinating point of view. You’ve got me thinking now how horribly I’ve mistreated my pillow and hoping I can pay it off so it won’t talk! And to think the only thing that’s ever really a constant in every situation is our pillows. I’ve a new found respect for this. I love this notion. “ How many times I’ve soaked my eyes in it” how well I understand this! Absolutely fantastic write. H🌷
18th Apr 2021 12:09pm
My pillow is has felt so much, seen so much, heard so much. It deserved its own poem :) thanks for stopping by, as always
