Pillow Talk


I’ll lay my head on your pillow
Just to find a glimpse again
I may miss the lightning bugs,
And I can crave the spring pink sky,
But I’ll paint my face here
Just to catch a slight smile
Sick woman,
Hear my pleas,
For I’ll sit here awhile
As the woman I knew
Internally sorts out
All her Life’s events
A physical illness, terminal
Can you even begin to dream?
Instead of pink skies,
She’ll face death
Instead of lightning bugs,
She’ll see the light of Angels
I sit next to her
I spot closed eyes,
Twitching limbs, dying body,
But behind these is someone
Also soon coming to Heaven
I’ll see you there
That’s the hardest part
I have to say
In my see you later
To the woman on the pillow

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