Periwinkle

Oh, how I used to miss your face
When it was on the periwinkle pillows
And your body covered in matching sheets
That was then, when I used to miss you
Now when I look at it
And I come home to find nothing on it
I can’t help but wish to throw
Those periwinkle pillows out
And send the sheets out the window
and your memory with them

-Copyright 2008: Carter Tachikawa

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