Most nights,
I lie in bed
kissing the tye dye
pillow you gave me.
It reminds me
of when you and I
would talk until
three in the morning
about God,
friendships,
relationships,
and sexuality.
You told me you
used to get high,
and that's the reason
for your tye dye.
I can see why,
because when I hold
the pillow close,
I pretend its you
and everything in the room
starts to spin
and all I see is you.
I know it's weird,
and maybe a little wrong,
but I do it.
And that is my confession.
 
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