3.

The years keep passing
This is the only thing he can say with certainty
since every time he looks back
his stories seem to retell themselves

Is he in the right line of work?
Has he been kind enough?
Would everything be better, if, say,
he had lost his virginity
to a different woman?

Better not to think about it
These questions with no answers
But at precisely 3:28AM
he is staring at an infinitely dark ceiling
and he cannot think of anything else.