PILLOW TALK ©
Bryon D. Howell
At night I swear that I can hear you sigh
but then I realize it's just a whim.
That's all it takes to raise my hopes up high
the chances you would be here, less than slim.
Sometimes I lay and squeeze my pillow tight -
still this is how I'll hold you someday soon.
Inside my dreams, you're with me every night
but then I waken, and the dream is ruined.
It's such a shame that so much love is lost -
here in between the sheets of what would be.
Still I'll hold on no matter what the cost -
until you're truly laying next to me.
Once I am there beside you in our bed -
the pillow's just the place to rest my head.