Her Pillow

We laid in this place
Warm & blessed in God's grace
Hand in hand, Our souls mending
All a memory now, leaving no trace.

You left me
And now, here!
In this bed
I stare at your pillow
You once laid your head.

Your memory is my torture
your love is my desolation
Forlorn I am now
I have no council, in my heart's litigation

(Ali Koushan)