You ask me,as always,what I’m looking for,as I look at life,with a mix of inconsolable indifference,and disastrous despair,except,when I look at you,of course.I roll the eyes you adore,at your question,because,time is precious,like my diamonds,and the little dignity I have left. I left you once,without telling you,silently slipping away,in my mind,severing the ties,that you had sweet…