A Something

To the one being
(yes, I can call you that)
that never tells
the tales behind the tears

Nor questions them,
nor remembers them
after the night,
after it all.

To the one
that is always there on my bed,
or just under it--
never farther than the mark on my door.

To the one that's ready to soak it all up,
and just dry them all off
tomorrow morning,
as if nothing happened.



To my pillow.

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