Under the pillow,
I'll leave you
the anxiety,
A peace of my
soul,
some of my fears,
And try to sleep.
I'll curl up in
the bed
In a small corner
And close my eyes
As I'm counting
the ghosts
That you will
turn away from my soul,
And stop it from
interring my head
- where she used
to live in -
The ghosts
That used to
dance boldly
In the front of
My half closed
eyes.
