As the autumn wind gently whistles

As the autumn wind gently whistles, whispering softly into your ear “the cold winter is coming, brace yourself for a time of isolation, desolation and depression”, you know that all is not well.

You are alone dear boy, that is all too clear, as you slowly plod through the days walking blindfolded and finding conversation hard with your own self, your multiple characters don’t get on well now do they, they are fickle types!

The jigsaw stares back at you from the floor you know all too well that there is at least one piece missing, yet you continue to look at the unfinished ‘puzzle’, though you are not puzzled at all, you’re sure of what is. So just say it, it is a woman you are missing.

What do you want from her? What will you give to her? Why would she give to you? What would she seek from you? Questions all too many questions, they return endlessly from the processing line that is your thoughts.

Sadly such thoughts are seasonal, and what we have coming is a long winter. You must hold on tight my dear boy, grasp your dignity tightly, fingers wrapped round firmly. For a proud man is a man indeed and what’s more important than that.