Apon the pillow he rests his head. I wonder would hatred consume. His lover if only his thoughts were read. For you can be with one and yern for another. Kiss tainted lips. Taste the salt of a minutes ago lover. Strong was the oak to her weeping willow. Regret touches everyone . As it stains memeories left apon the pillow. No night has to empty no bed cold. It doesnt have to be love. we all need someone to hold. Stories I do not care to hear. A moment shared is just that. For tommorow another will be here. The has fallen so does stand the willow. To take a place is not to belong. Leaving only a trace of love apon the pillow.