LJ Idol (2nd Chance division): Softness

[supremegoddess1]

In the Morning                
     (when i wake….                
     it is so early,                
     you know.)
there is a Dent,
an Impression -
a Reminder                
     (of you)
fragmented and fragile.

It is You but Not-You.
A semi-tangible Ghost,                
     (you told me you will always haunt me,                
     in life or in death.                
     i believed you implicitly.)
gone but not forgotten.

It is not You and yet                
     (…and yet)
I hold your Pillow to my Breast,                
     (the heart inside beats for you,                
     i own it no longer.)
a faux Lover.

I hold It and remember                
     (…or pretend to forget                
     your absence)
your Softness
which I will not                
     (cannot)
have again.