Waiting...

I´m still waiting for the answers to those questions I havent yet asked. Smoking the last cigar before you arrive (I know how much you hate the fact that I smoke), taking a deep, deep breath, polluting my lungs and really enjoying it, ´cause who knows when ill get another chance.... I guess this is the last time I´ll sit in this chair, the last time I´ll look through this window, wainting for you, the last time ill place a cup under the leak in my broken roof, the last times...
I guess I never thought of it that way, not before I answered you, anyway, now its too late to regret, a little too late.
Late as usual, but I should be used to it by now, punctuality ain´t one of your qualities, (or mines). But I guess it gives me time to fix the last details: leave enough food for the cat, at least for a couple of week, after that its his problem ... aha!!! Thats what I´ve should have told you, but you never gave me the chance, maybe you had it all perfectly planned, although your speech was pretty improvises and your tears were so natural and legitimate (?).
There, if gluttony aint bigger than him, he shall survive for at least two week, maybe even a month, if he gets to catch the mouses, that, all the time that we have lived´in this house, ran across his face, without perturbing him (sounds familiar?)
I still feel that something is missing, although, if I consider, that I´m never coming back, then it shouldnt be a problem, however, you know how much I hate to leave things undone. So I´ll retrace everthing, I still have more than enough time before you arrive....