Tears on a pillow
I am a poet, therefore I dream...for the lost and the lonely
 

Sometimes I write about girls I don't know

But wish I did. I fashion them as beautiful

Creatures. I make their hair soft, their eyes

Warm and their hearts glow with love. They

Are not real girls simply idealised sketches

Figments of my imagination – dream girls

Pixels of perfection I have never met and

Probably never will

It is nice I think to idealise the unlikely

Situations that never existed, places one can't

Find on a map. What a wonderful way to say

Goodbye to the day with a beautiful creature

Running wild beside you – there, but at the same

Time not there. I had a love once in fact twice

But now following a brace of broken hearts I

Prefer to dream

Sometimes I give the girls names. Pretty names

Easily whispered, easily written with a moist finger

On a comely breast. Shadows of the mind they

Breathe the air I breathe and as such are intimately

Known to me. I know them by name, shape, height,

Weight and birthday I know everything there is to

Know about them

Love when it dies leaves behind a ghost. A tooled

Impression on the heart that cannot and will not

Be erased and oftentimes as I have found haunted

Nights are made easier by turning these ghosts into

Kinder nicer creatures thus overcoming a profound

Sense of longing and loss. Of course it's all in the

Mind – but better there than in tears on a pillow
 

© Joseph G Dawson
16/03/2018 – 12/04/2016