You left a pillow.
Nothing special
except its feathered insides,
lording over
its polyester bedmates.
I lay my head on it sometimes,
softer than the rest,
and it moulds to my cheek
like you never did.

Ellen Duncan is currently studying MA English at Cardiff Metropolitan University, having studied BA English and Creative Writing at the same university. She has had a short story published in the anthology The ‘C’ Word and regularly attends and reads at poetry and spoken word events.

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