Soul Occupant

SOUL OCCUPANT TRISTAN NIEMI

I have never lived alone. But I live alone now. It is strange.

Silences linger longer. I talk to myself more now. It helps but also hinders.

I have been alone. Roommates go on trips then and now. That was less strange.

Silence was different then. My voice was the only one, for now. Another would greet me soon.

I am in my home alone. Just me and my mind now. My new and unfathomable roommate.

Silence invites whispers. We must end the quiet now. Waves swaying fro and to.

I hear the clock when alone. It and the waves are the same now. A fourth friend might move in soon. Would that be strange?