A pillow dent, a strand of hair,
A memory of silent prayer.
And linen sheets that still convey
The whispered vows that did relay
The depth of love that we declare.
Breath not alone but as a pair
In time that only lovers share:
And all that's left of loves display
A pillow dent.
As minutes pass, become aware
Euphoria switch to despair.
The morning sun is worn by day,
The words we said we can't unsay:
Remember love, and don't repair
A pillow dent.
