The One

You can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Especially when he is lying low.
When he has dug himself in the middle of one of the world's most beautiful capitals.
But he can teach himself what he has always known.
The scenery changes. The days pass by. The windows hold. The horizon still stands. She answers the phone, hangs up some time after. The hinges creak. He takes out the garbage and gets his food delivered.
But he is here. Always has been.
For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. To have and to hold.
Yourself.
Wherever.
For ever.