Missing You

The other night I made a person out of pillows and forgotten clothes.

But the goose feathers compare not to the softness of your skin

And your sweet scent no longer lingers upon the fabric of your black camisole.

The square of my pillow felt nothing like your dipping curves,

Its sham could never bring back the coiling of your brunette curls.


Please leave comments and critiques. i need the help. The last line needs lots of work =/