Words,
like in a dream,
easily forgotten.
What time is it,
time to move on.
No longer lonely,
but waking alone,
time to change,
repair,
that which is broken,
fix,
myself up.
For we had,
a matching set,
of two.
Now you have you,
and I have I,
one each.
Matching pillows.
Hold tight,
dear pillow,
supplicant,
for a king sized bed,
for a place to lie my head,
for rest,
perchance to dream,
to hope,
for someone,
to make the bed,
with me,
still in it.
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