Ode to a Pillow

You, held me,
While I cried
Lending me your softness
Like a Cuddly toy

You, know me better
Than I do myself
Not because of what I tell you
But because of what I dont.

You, have heard the secrets
Never to be told,
On, not alone,
But lonely nights.

You, my dear pillow
Though not handsome
Have been more constant
Than those who vowed Constance.