Misery

This misery does not like company
Though I meet it for coffee each morning at 6
It shuns the beseeching touch of others
Though each night we sleep entwined like lovers
        Or vagrants huddling together for warmth
This misery turns all words of praise to spite
Though it hovers by my shoulder all day like a proud parent
        Or a voyeur perversely pleasured by my failures
This misery has filled the cracks in me
It seeps like sap and sets
My phantom lover this misery
Whose company does not but stain