Poem: Roommates

I thought when peace moved in
she’d send anxiety a notice of eviction.
Instead she became his roommate.
And at night when he paces the living room,
she makes him a cup of tea.
And in the morning when he snoozes the alarm clock,
she lets in the sunlight.
I thought when peace moved in
anxiety would move out.
But anxiety didn’t go anywhere.

He’s still there.
He’s just no longer alone.