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A Pillow

by Ken Harnisch

Maybe never a home, your heart
But assuredly a pillow
Where I could come and rest my head
And unburden myself
Because the time to be circuitous
With you is long since gone
And since you know me all too well
The things still floating in my heart
I cannot seem to understand
Or wonder why they might be there
Always find their explanations
In your lovely soul.

I would not, no never, burden your footsteps
Or cast shadows on your walls
When uninvited
But when you let me in
I do not rush with more winged feet
Anywhere, to anyone
And only when my head is on your pillow
Am I sure that I can sleep.

01/03/2010

Posted on 01/03/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/03/10 at 01:40 PM

Another wonderful write Ken! How seldom it is that we find someone who just lets us be ourselves. Or is it we who refuse to be ourselves except where we feel comfortable.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/04/10 at 03:50 AM

this is not something everyone has experienced firsthand, so few are that lucky. but i do know the feeling, and i think you put it in words perfectly! loved it through & through :)

Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/22/10 at 02:09 AM

Beautiful... I can almost hear you read it......

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/21/10 at 06:33 AM

Just gorgeous, Ken.

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