Alone

I have many regrets, too. Of course, as long as a person is alive, there are regrets, sorrows, joys, pleasures, and tears. But I still don't have a partner. Yes, I have certainly had people with whom I shared a deep connection. But I never even had someone with whom I could have a friendly conversation... "Again?" someone asks. I don't want to speak. "You're still the same..." That's what it says to me. I'm being spoken to by the tree beside me. "Casablanca." "Do you want to see it?" "Yes." "But it's dinnertime now, isn't it?" "But I want to see it." "I see..." "Okay, I'll put it on then." "Do you want to meet Bergmann?" "No, she's a very high bar to clear." "I see." "..." I finish watching Casablanca. The night is deep. Distant buildings glow red. A dream. Suddenly, I wanted to dream. "How are you?" I thought I heard a voice say...