Lifeless

"Nobody loves me!" I heard him cry into me. "Yes, I do," I wanted to shout. But I'm only a pillow. I felt his tears trickle onto me as I slowly soaked them in. Cry all you want. I'm here for you. I wish he'd hear that. I wish he knew how his chair waits all day to carry his weight. How his fan, dizzy from all the spinning, still cools him to sleep. How the little night-light keeps watch while he dreams. How everything in this house comes alive when he comes home. I wish we all could say that to him. But more than that, I wish he would say it to himself. Every morning, he leaves us for wherever it is he goes. I hope he finds the love we're unable to say.