Only For The Lonely

Only For the Lonely

From my enemies.
Triangle and star-shaped spells arise from the silent phone.
Quiet laughter pours from the television.
Unpleasant wearing and cursing twists from the doorbell.

From my friends.
A sigh flops out from the book on my lap.
Gentle sobbing trickles from the kettle.
Melancholy, low strung blues ebbs from my bed.
Time for a cup of tea and another early night.