My pillow listens to me every night
and often
has much soul material
to pay attention to.


He knows all of my secrets
and I know that
he won’t tell a soul
about my various meanderings.


We connect well at day’s end
and I depend on his absorbing
the contents of my mind.


Sometimes I require
a lot of time
and some times not.


It doesn’t matter
how long I chatter
to the softness
by my ear.


He hears as I
go on and on
until I’ve gone to sleep.

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