The Pillow Next To Mine

The pillow I sleep upon each night Seems to be in a state of distress, All because the pillow next to mine Yearns for the head it used to caress Each dawn my pillow is wet with tears, A mystery I'm loath to explain; Imagine, a pillow shedding tears....... Clearly, from the realm of the arcane! But I've heard whispers deep in the night, When the pillows believe I'm asleep; Softly I hear them call out his name, And after a while they start to weep Then morning comes with a tarnished joy, Rising with the sun are pangs of woe; This dampness on my cheek just confirms My fears that the pillows miss him so How am I to comfort their sorrows, When my own despair I cannot numb? Yet, the pillows must be told the truth - But when I speak, all the wrong words come I tell the pillows there'll come a time Their feathers will caress someone new; Although my heart scoffs at such a lie, I must tell it....... or I might cry too