Two Pillows

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

One’s for you

when finally you rest your head

next to mine as we lie awake

each lost in the other’s eyes

til night draws the curtains

of our eyelids closed.

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

When my heart aches,

when I’m lonely,

when I can’t stand

staring at the ceiling anymore

I pretend one is you.

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

One is the place

where I do all my dreaming

and the other’s for the ghost

of love yet to come.

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

One is for me.

The other’s for you.