Oh yes, cats. I hate cats. Polo tells me the cat comes by the kitchen window every morning. Sheli loves cats. Sheli is gone.
Where am I? I have a part of me living there with them. I see myself making breakfast every weekend, I see myself counting days till home-going, I see myself extending my leaves at the last moment, I see myself whispering in the night. He is gone, he never meant to stay. I was a fool. I still am.
I am back to the base, newly wed with desire. I have done away with inhibitions, I can kill.
Some people do not matter any more. Some have made me renew life's subscription. All the others need not bother, 'cos I don't.
I go back to the house every noon and night. I talk I cook, I love, I sleep... dreamless. There are memories left to kill. I remember now, Cathy loves cats too! Cathy is gone too.
I am surrounded by fire. Peace.
