Nothing
A poem
Reaching out—
only pillows.
Remembering.
Smiling.
Crying.
Maybe both.
Happy times.
Sad ones.
Holding hands.
Memory fades.
Gone.
Not here.
Nothing.
For those who reach out and find only pillows.
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Reaching out—
only pillows.
Remembering.
Smiling.
Crying.
Maybe both.
Happy times.
Sad ones.
Holding hands.
Memory fades.
Gone.
Not here.
Nothing.
For those who reach out and find only pillows.
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