mountain climing

He knows what he needs
to
do: He needs to embrace
his aloneness, not
fight it, so he considers the benefits:
eating what he wants, when
he wants; watching what he
chooses, when
he
chooses; doing what he wants,
any old time – i.e. freedom, which is a good
thing, perhaps one of
the
best
of things, behind, only, maybe
hope. And he wonders, how would
he give up
all that
for someone? Could he?
Again?
Or is this the way it’s
supposed
to be. After all, it was this
way for his father – loveless, for so long, even
though he was married. He
sighs and thinks of
the warmth and touch of
a lover and that perhaps this, too:
maybe it’s
time to climb
a
real
mountain.