Talking in bed ought ot be easiest

    Lying together there goes back so far

    An emblem of two people being honest.

    Yet more and more time passes silently.

    Outside the wind's incomplete unrest

    builds and disperses clouds about the sky.

    And dark towns heap up on the horizon.

    None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why

    At this unique distance from isolation

    It becomes still more difficult to find

    Words at once true and kind

    Or ont untrue and not unkind.