Life is short. I am old. With whom will I have to share the days remaining? I am now alone. I wish for a friend, a woman who will join me step by step as we approach our inexorable destination. What will it be like, I writing poems, she still a beauty, but not the beauty she was 60 years ago? Will we dance together? No, I have been a ******* for 20 years. Will we laugh together? I know so. Will I hold her in my arms as she goes to sleep? I will hold her in my arms for eternity. Whose eyes will be the first to close forever? I hope it will be mine, for to be without her would mean I would lose my heart forever, even as I breathed. Hold my hand in yours. Kiss me, my dear. Kiss me forever.