The Indent in a Feather Pillow by Michelle678 on tailcast

writing
poetry
The Indent in a Feather Pillow

Some people you meet like you immediately, and you like them.
Some are nice to you then, but forget as soon as you leave.
Time can be fickle thing, skewing perceptions of the time you spent together.

I know there are some I have left an impression with, they won’t forget me.
Others clearly let you know you will never be in the forefront of their mind.
Even if they are in yours a lot of the time.
But I’m not so sure about you.

Some people forget you unless you talk to them everyday,
Others notice every minute you are away.
Some only talk if they have to, like me.
It doesn’t mean you aren’t in my mind regularly.
I just don’t want to be a burden.

I wish I could make an indent in your mind like the one your head leaves in a feather pillow, instead of the restaurant booth cushion one I have now.
Deep and large while your there, gone by the time you are out the door.

You have no idea how much that hurts.
You do.

I hope I haven’t done that to any of you.

Originally posted Jul 20th, 2009 4:11pm (on tumblr)