Sorrows

Have another drink...at least one before you go.

A pause...then a no.  No, it wouldn't be appropriate.

There's nothing appropriate at this point...it's well past that.

I know.

So it may as well be a toast...a drink... let's commiserate.  Let's imbue our senses with liquid courage.

I don't need courage now...

I know.

What do you need?

I don't know...it's a little confusing.  It's hard to balance.  It's hard.

Things that are great usually are.  That is what makes them great.

(Silence)

I envy the blind.

What?

I am a bit envious of those who cannot see...they have to rely on touch...the spoken word.  The scent.

Why would you think that.

Because the image of you is forever imprinted on me.  I may never touch you again, never smell you again...never hear you.  But goddamn have I seen you.

And is that a bad thing?

Only if you never appear again.

(silence)