Winter Of Love

Her Disregarded Essence.

Under locks you kept a pillow of soft and woven wool,
And whilst every night you rested a single hair the weave would pull.

And now you have departed and beside me do not lay,
I continue to keep your pillow so your memory will not fray.

Still each I rest beside it, but do not lay my head,
So forever here I keep your presence with pillow hair and bed.