He’s someone who talks a lot.

“See…”
“Right…”
“Yeah?”

I usually just quietly keep him company.

If he drinks tea by the window,
I stay by the wall, listening to the wind.

Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he is quiet,
and sometimes he throws food on the ground.

I know. That is his clumsy way of sharing.

A few days later, white smoke suddenly took over the room.

“Sigh… another one living alone. That cockroach is way too big…”