Smelling Your Pillow

As I lay in the quiet of the twilight house

I leaned into your pillow to smell the absent presence
your perfect beauty a silhouette in my mind
I comforted myself that I am loved.

And to you I cannot disconnect myself
from far or from near you're on my mind
in sing-songy love long words I recount
the many ways you help me unwind.

As I drift off into delirium's drowsiness
I can only think of you
my face down in your pillow
and my dreams reflecting times of us too.