Oh, how this spoke to my spirit! I have recently had to bid farewell to a friend whom I will miss for the rest of my life! There isn't a moment that goes by that I do not weep for him, I miss him with all of my heart!   and yes, my pillow has held many, many tears.  I hold it, feel the cool crispness of it and speak to it when no one can hear.  It is during those moments that I hear my muse, whatever or whoever that may be, and begin to believe everything is going to be alright.  But, yes, my pillow has comforted me and held many secrets, fears and dreams through the years. Thank you for this poem!