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The Pillows

By: Wanderlust (School of Chemical Eng. and Analytical Science)
Competition Year: 2016
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She pushes open the room door.
she sees a total dark.
Somehow,
she feels uneasy and nervous.
Is this going to be a long night?
She switches on the room light,
she reveals the answer.
She sees
a big, cold room and a
lonely
king-sized bed.
She knows
it is a long night.

A sleepless night.
She smiles,
she has the whole bed to her own!
As usual.
She crawls onto the left side of the bed.
She rests her head on the flattened pillow on the left side of the bed.
She stares at the fluffy pillow on the right side of the bed.
She says,
Goodnight.
She closes her eyes
A torturing night
Begins.

They used to have each other
during happy times and hardships.
She was his dream.
She was the Sun in his night,
shining bright in his darkness.
She used to think
this is how their story ends.
But she did not know
Time is eternal.
Time lives longer than love.
Love dies
Before time dies.
Time is always patient
to slowly tell you tell the truth.

Since when,
the king-sized bed
can no longer hold
both of them
and their dreams.
Since when,
the fluffy pillow on the right side of the bed
can no longer hold
his promises,
his values,
and his love.
She can never share her pain with him
because he no longer belongs to her.
The fluffy pillow on the right side of the bed
is all that he has left for her.

Every night,
she sleeps her tears away.
her dream bleaches her pain away.
Just like how,
time fades his love away,
but never fades him from her heart away.
The tears soak into
the fluffy pillow on the left side of the bed.

The fluffy pillow on the left side of the bed
holds her tears
and wishes
that will never come true.

The tears and wishes
are so heavy
that
the fluffy pillow on the left side of the bed
flattens.

A flattened pillow,
Just like her marriage.
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