A Warm Blanket

My Broken Heart

Nights can get so cold,
but memories of you
envelop me
like a warm blanket.

All these moments
come to mind
out of order.

I’ll never forget
the first time
you said you loved me
or the first time
we kissed.

I cry into my pillow
as I remember
our happiness.

I reach across the bed
to find the hollowness
you left behind.

It stifles me to think
one day this will all be
a forgotten dream.

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