It can be anything.
A pillow, a stuffed animal, some bundled up sheets.
Anything to hold against you and fill in for the warmth.
The warmth of a body next to you.
It's less of the warmth and more of the feeling, a knot of tingly hot nerves
Because that warmth means somebody loves you.
But despite the pillow or the sheets,
The feeling never comes.
Because there is no one there
And there never will be.
