I am living with Nobody.
I talk to him,
I eat dinner with him,
I share thoughts with him,
I sleep with him.
But tonight was different,
I slept with Pillows.
The undesirably lonesome feeling,
That haunted me since then.
It stayed with me in agony,
Mourning for consort.
I slept with tears drying,
And my beloved Pillows,
All drenched.
I am filmy glad,
To be in love with Nobody.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
I am living with Nobody.
I talk to him,
I eat dinner with him,
I share thoughts with him,
I sleep with him.
But tonight was different,
I slept with Pillows.
The undesirably lonesome feeling,
That haunted me since then.
It stayed with me in agony,
Mourning for consort.
I slept with tears drying,
And my beloved Pillows,
All drenched.
I am filmy glad,
To be in love with Nobody.
