Blue Pillows

When I miss you, she says,
I make pillows, says she,
I sew your name
with the colors I see,

and when she comes home
she gives them to me,
blue pillows, blue pillows
and stitches.

Our lives are not
what we thought they would be,
and your face it says it all
when the words escape me.

Darling, dry your eyes
we got all that we need,
blue pillows, blue pillows
and stitches.

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