788 [09 September 2006]

I slide under the covers,
body tired from the day,
heart-weary and lonely.
Is it infatuation
that makes me reach out
holding the pillow tightly,
as if it was you?
As I embrace it close to me
I languidly drift to sleep,
dreaming of you,
wishing it was you I held.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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