Read Poem: Wet pillow, by Elena Colin

One year without you and it feels like a year.
I wish you were here preventing every tear
from running down my face.
Every time I send you a message
you act like you’re mad at me.
You don’t even know why.
Too many questions with no reply.
I’m trying to take a nap
but your spirit won’t leave my hand.
You keep saying that you miss me
but you hesitate to come.
Oh, I miss you so much
and I guess I want you back.
But, you leave me here dying
on my wet pillow and with the pain in my heart.
You throw stones at me and then you apologize.
You make ironic jokes and then you say you
didn’t mean it.
You hurt me more this way.
Suddenly, I feel my cheek warmer
on my wet pillow and it burns.
My head is about to explode.
I’m barely breathing and I’m cold.

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