Pillow Secrets

There have been plenty of nights
when my pillow was drenched in tears.
Some nights, I shed and shed myself into my pillow,
burying my soul into the cotton embrace
of a friend that has listened to my cries
without ever judging why my tears flow in abundance,
as often as they did.
My pillow just accepts me for who I am.
Every single session without question.
That is real love.

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