Pillow Torque.

Finally, it burst at the seams.

She cried till there were no more tears.

Time went by.

And then, she cried some more.

Exhausted, she lay her head on the crook of her arm,

And watched as each drop fell from her eyes and disappeared into her pillow.

Her eyelids drew to a close.

For now.

I miss You, Handsome Pup.

But You will never know,
For I cannot let it show.
So I keep it in this hollow,
As poignance greets tomorrow.

:: 3 - 8 AM ::
July 4, 2013