Closing in

I fear she sees herself
like a spider plant, or a cat,
I would have around for company,
But requiring the least of my attention.
Something warm to do cross words next too.
Someone to read with, seperate books
(Same room) but doesn't realize as I do, 
That this is in fact quality time,
And not just any warm body will suffice?
Or will it, eventually?
After time enough has past?
And novel eccentricities 
Plod inexorably toward
Mundane annoyances,
The piling on of grievances,
Have you been ignored?
Have I ignored you?
How ignoble of me,
To have done such an errant thing
When we could have been doing something else
To pass the time before we die,
Something equally meaningful;
Something equally meaningless.