Johnny Wraith Stories

I opened the mailbox and a butterfly flew out.
It was bright yellow and fluttered away happily.

I sit there at night, on the sofa, in front of the TV.
Drinking wine, getting drunk.

Getting older.
Day after day.
What next?

So many memories stacking up.
I smile at them, as I relive them, but barely.
And at times I can’t remember the perfume’s smell anymore.
So many memories, faded.

And the future shortens.

The longer we live the more dull it all becomes,
Even those memories that have dulled which weren’t dull at all
When we were there.

I have a dog, job, house and wife.

I have a car.

And the money isn’t bad.

A vacation here and there.

Grey hairs starting to pop out.

Getting older.
Day after day.
What next?

I sit there at night, on the sofa, in front of the TV.
Drinking wine, getting drunk.

I opened the mailbox and a butterfly flew out.
It was bright yellow and fluttered away happily.

And that was enough to make today worth it.

I have and have had all I ever needed.