Each night I lay down and hug my pillow to hide the pain in my eyes and the tears streaming, Coursing trails down my face and soaking my pillow in a slowly growing and spreading pool. Quietly my pillow keeps me comfort and companion and soaks up each sob and racking shudder, Steadfastly it remains in my arms, held close and takes in each of my pillow tears.
Little good do these tears do me as the one they are over, is gone from me, Seeking her own comfort in another man's arms forgetting all about our love and vows. Yet knowing the fruitlessness does not stop them from bubbling and pouring over my face, Filled with my pain and sorrow, and my loss my pillow gathers and holds these pillow tears.
Nobody ever told me how much it hurts to lose the one you love and marry, Even if they had I wouldn't have believed them that it could happen to me and her. Three little girls are lost to us now because of her decision and action of leaving, Their dear memories only add to my grief and increase the flow of my pillow tears.
Slowly and surely I know my pillow fills yet each day it dries out the wetness, But the memories and the pain remain behind soaking through each fibre and molecule. A requiem and vault for all before and all that is to come ahead, Keeping silent and safe my fears and dreams as i slowly cry out these pillow tears.
My life will never be the same again for all the pain I am now enduring, The grief that penetrates and robs me of all that makes me who I am. Loss and loneliness permeate the air that gives me life and fire, Leaving me broken and weeping letting go even more pillow tears.
<added> Here I sit still in pain and holding tight to that same pillow so full of memories, Hurting more and more at the words she carelessly flings at me. Deep in my heart I still crave and call yet I know the call will never be answered, Only one thing remains close and clear that being the steady flow of these pillow tears.
Day after day I cried out for an answer to ease the pain and hurt inside, All I wanted was the past to be stop the knife from driving deeper. Out of nowhere the answer came to me an angel appeared to hold me, Giving me strength, giving me hope to face the memories that are my pillow tears.
