My pillows are my friends
Even when I have none, they are always there
They cuddle me and support me, and make me feel loved
They caress my curves in all the right places
They dry my tears
Ease my fears
Hold my dreams
Talk softly and sweetly
And never abandon me, whether it’s light or dark
My pillows hold my fantasies
And keep me from falling
They sustain me in a dream-like state
Half alert, half awake
They buffer me from the bumps of life
And the hard surface of my cell phone
When I realize that you will not call
She walked steadily and surely
As her figure waited for her down the aisle
White and petals scattered everywhere
Her eyes focused on her forever
She inched herself along the way
As she got closer his figure seemed fainter
The colors started to fade
And her vision became blurred
But with conviction she stayed
Determined to make it past the mirage
At the altar it was clear
That it was not in her head
But God had a bigger reason for him instead
The vows they practiced still lingered in her mind
The gifts he gave still flooded her heart
But now looking back she’s come to realize
That being honest was always the hardest part
Snow flakes fall on melted hearts
Burned by the cold
Left on the ground
Hearts pump empty dreams of old age and companionship
Greyed by desperation
Children play dress up
Moms and dads
In this world
You wait for the love that is
The life you wanted
Tomorrow is not promised
So you cry
Letting go is the hardest part
If you let go
What will you have to replace
You always wanted?
Hope against hope
Try against trying
Will beyond willing
Or you’ll change
The aisle looms close in the distance
Steps away from forever
Those eyes looked at you with
But they are the only place where it stayed
She loved so much.
She loved profusely.
Every morning she woke, every breath she took, was bathed in love.
Love of her friends, her family, and all of her life’s challenges, because they brought her to the point of being able to realize her love.
She loved the people in her life and the deeds they did for her.
She loved men, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
She loved children.
She loved happiness. She loved fearlessness. She loved community.
She loved him.
She loved the sorrows of her past.
She loved wholesomely. She loved well.
She healed. She hoped. She soared. She sang. She forgave.
And she lived.