Ode to the One on the Left

We were barely twenty, I think, the first time you told me, 

"it doesn't matter what you think Marshall!", but like a 

stubborn Homo-sapiens caught up in his own selfish 

feelings of ignorant, over-importance I strongly bucked 

your theory, replying, "no Mitchell, you're wrong, it does 

matter what I think!"; yet fast forward now to sixty-two,

where I finally get to hold your truth, which you had way 

back when, that it actually doesn't matter what I think, and 

as you also said it really doesn't matter what anyone else 

thinks, although you didn't say why, but I'm guessing it's 

because human thought is nothing more than silent signals

worthless, meaningless, invisible electronic impulses sent 

from a space already dead and lost forever to the sizzling 

hands of a red giant star and a shrinking, lonely white dwarf