Tonight:

I dreamed of you,
but as I dreamed I knew
the warm body, the weight beside me, the love in my bed
Was not you, but a pillow.
Mocking, a fantasy of spun polyester.
In my dream I cried, and I woke,
wet,
cold,
desolate.

Today I burned my pillow. Black smoke above the neighbourhood,
An offering to the god of compassion (Let me love again,) Retribution to the usurper.

Your space is here.
It wont be filled,
until you come to fill it.

Please come soon- Pillows are only on sale until thursday.

Ok, so I didn't *really* burn my pillow, I was just very grumpy with it and called it some nasty names. Hurrumph.