The sky is clear.
The sun raises.
Woke up upon smiles, eyes bright.
A precious moment to witness.
Dark skies.
Clouds raining with lighting and rolls of thunder.
Despair lingers on you.
A familiar behavior you've comfort.
Laughter you've admired.
Tiredness you've easily relieved.
Tears you've wiped away.
Prays you've listen to.
Many hugs have you embraced.
Dreams taken place in your presence.
A shield to nightmares you were.
Through spring sniffles and summer sweats to winter coughs you've endured.
Obeisance and silence is you nature.
A diary is no comparison.
Friendships envy you. Love affairs fall short. If my pillow could speak.