A Poem on Relationships: Pillow Sham

As we lay,
we’re lying to ourselves
Though your arms surround me,
you don’t have a hold on me.

I put my palm around and feel your pulse
but I still haven’t gotten to your heart.
And even touching face to face,
we’re not hitting our situation head-on.

Entwined in a lie,
we rest unsettled
on a pillow
once comfy-
but since worn out and come apart
at the seams.

Now wide-eyed
I sit up and wonder
Shall we both come off this pillow sham for good?

Published by marinarena

poet-artist, traveler, down-to-earth human being

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