Her eyes followed me all night... and I did not wonder what she saw. He told me about his mother, but I cannot remember her name. His dog died when he was four... everything dies eventually. Her sex life is of least concern to me. His dilemma about which shirt to wear does not excite me. Will it rain tonight... I do not know. Will the wind blow like this all through the day... I doesn't make a difference.

Like the sight of a colorblind man... in time, the frivolous and the pointless will slowly blend into the background and only the purposeful shall glow. When the metamorphosis is complete, I shall sit with her next to the fireplace and live on the warmth of the sacrificed embers as the years slowly burn away... and life will be complete... hopefully.