My Pillow

I left my favorite
pillow at your house.
I did this a month ago.
I brought the pillow
because last time I
slept over we had to
share.
I need my own pillow.
We had so much
fun and I was getting
ready to leave. My
pillow staring at me,
calling me.
Are you taking me
home?
My Pillow asks.
I do not want to
stay here. Not yet.
I am just not ready.
I look at him.
What to do?
Take the pillow and run?
Ask for the Pillow?
Leave the Pillow?
He sees me looking at the
pillow.
Oh yeah, babe. you left
your pillow. You want it?
or you want to leave it here?
I want it. But I do not
want to seem eager.
Pillow? I ask....Oh yeah.
Hmm? I will just
take it. That way it will
be out of your way.
The Pillow feels right
in my arms.
All of a sudden
I blurt out....
Oh yeah and that shirt I
left in your car, I can
take that too.
It sounded so harsh.
Ok...let me go find it.
The pillow says to
me. You could have
left the shirt. Whats
the big deal?
Shut up, I say to the pillow.
He comes out with the
shirt.
He walks me down to
the car.
The kiss he
gives me. Amazing.
Text me when
you get home, he says.
Thanks.
I throw the pillow
in the car and speed off.
I have an hour to drive
home.
Feeling guilty.
Thanks Mr. Pillow.
You had to speak up.
I get home
and crawl into bed.
I throw the pillow on
the bed.
The Pillow smells
like him.
I like it. I forgot
what  a man smells like.
I keep sniffing.
I pick up my phone
and text him.
I am home, your kisses amazing
and the pillow smells like  you.
thanks.
He texted back...I thought the
pillow smelled like you, very sweet.
I cuddle in the pillow and smell,
smiling. I sure do miss
the smell of a man.
Nite Mr. Pillow.