I did not notice
I was speaking out loud in the store
until a woman piped up nearby,
“I am so glad to know
I am not the only one.”
For two years,
I confided in the teapot,
whispered to the night light,
told tales to the turntable.
Isolation offers quiet companions —
A poem inspired by lines from Richard Jones’ poem White Towels
“telling the story of my life
to the clean white towels taken warm from the dryer.”
One thought on “Companions”
So much reflection packed in these two stanzas. I bet it was a surprise that someone spoke back!