A Case for Pillows- Poem




  




I used to hate putting the pillow cases on.
He liked a perfect bed.
I’d put them on messy to get out of doing it
he’d save them for me instead

Knowing how much I hated it

And knowing i was faking
he’d watch me put them on in rage
With laughter he’d be shaking 


These were the little things we had
That bonded us together
The secret moments that we kept
That wouldn’t let us sever


Every time i put on a pillow case now,
I think of our private game
i miss that part of loving someone
I’ll bet he feels the same 


It’s been two years since our last pillow fight,
the one that he turned mean
the one that wasn’t playful,
That left me black, blue, green


Even though i usually smile now
When i put the cases on
I always make them perfect
I’ll never do it wrong 


I’ve re written my story
They’re now my favorite part
I always do the cases first
That’s how I healed my heart.

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