Five Bagatelles 1. We were so young then in the bar, after the show. And so in love it showed. Without friction even the screws fall out.
Fibers fail in the weave.
A launched ball becomes a missile. All the adhesives we can devise without the checks and balances of disagreement will never replace our quarrels. Now, the gates of the mind swing inward and unresponsive body binds the soul like mourners at a reception. Old pictures confound us at how we have changed. We know that however we change we will always be seen as we were.