WRITING

Poetry - Stories - Essays - Plays

Train- 2009-02-26

The pillow you used has
forgotton all about you
Dropped the scented memory
of your hair and sleepless smile
while
I'm breathing in, weak-kneed,
and emotions are slipping out
and the towel you used
is selfishly
keeping you all to itself
and no longer
lets me breath you
back into me.