PILLOWS MAKE POOR SHOULDERS

When I say I'm sick
and want to be left alone
I don't really mean alone -
if it leaves me by myself
hearing the echo of my cries
and feeling my fruitless tears
run down my face
without your gentle touch
to wipe them dry.
Pillows make poor shoulders.
They can't wrap around me
quite the way you do
nor whisper tender words
of love and consolation.
Next time I'm sick
and want to be left alone -
come closer
and wrap your arms around me.

@copyright 2009 Kathy Thayne Herman