'Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.'

Grace Woodger is in the first year of her combined honours degree in Creative Writing and English.

(After Carol Ann Duffy)

 

We slept separately

together

as the shipping forecast

crooned 4am love-songs.

 

I can't bring myself

to wash the sheets

that still hold

you between their covers.

You whisper to me as I turn over.

 

I lived for the times

when you'd touch me

by accident.

Now the radio reminisces,

listing names like ex-lovers.

 

You said you could never

sleep with noise.

Now you're gone

I can't sleep without it.