July 20, 2011

Cotton Daydreams

Last night I tried to sleep
upon the soft sheets we had shared
Recently washed,
no longer bearing the scent of your cologne
So I lied to myself
Held my misshaped pillow as I held you once
- tightly cocooned
beneath the curve
of my neck
Closed my sad eyes fiercely enough,
daydreamed with all my might,
to feel of your warm breath
tickle my goose bumped flesh
But for now a lone tear escapes
to become absorbed by my cotton excuse of you

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