Thrown
I woke up and you were gone. Well, not gone. But now you’re a quote embroidered on a throw pillow. I embrace it, I cuddle it, but it is nothing more than an object I leave at home when I go off to do the things that will become the rest of my life.
You are there when I come home, and you make me smile.
But you don’t hug me back, you don’t offer conversation, but there’s comfort.
I hope you’re as comfortable as your memories make me feel.
no more tears.