One Towel

One towel

was all I used to own.

Now I have four.

Last summer, when she came and stayed,

she had something to say

about my lonely towel.

I went to work the next day,

and when I came home,

I had two more towels in my bathroom.

I only ever needed one towel before.

I’ve always been my own company.

Someone else was always missing.

I just never knew who.

-CH 4/26/26