Alone in a Two-Berth Cabin

I need a new audience,
Someone to talk to,
Someone who can happily

Answer better back.
The waves outside the window
Are the world, not just because
They stretch to the horizon

And most of Earth is ocean,
But because they're so many,
All nearly identical
And not one the same,

And because everything's waves
From thoughts to stars, all like that.
The world is empty.