· General, Poetry

A Pillar in Time

car doors, slamming a hundred times over;
none of them are yours

this pillow under my head, holds me in waves;
in the vacancy you need your bed

you now should find, through the days;
I never take you out of my mind

who do you become, when forever ends?

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