Companion

For lack of a better word,

I call her loneliness.

She creeps in on the busiest of days

when I don’t have a moment of spare

Stands boldly in front of me and forces me to stop

The cantankerous machine comes to a grounding halt

Screeching, squeaking, complaining

Yet, surprisingly, a little relieved…

I welcome the companionship she offers- like an old friend

The sadness she carries on her- like a halo

The deepness she comes with- like the ocean

The quietness she is wrapped in- like the night

But since I can’t stop for long

I allow her to sit beside me

My sister

My BFF

And I crank up the machine again.