We grabbed each other shamelessly in theaters.  
   Weekends in the bed never coming up for breath.
   Eating was not important. *** was all consuming.
   I'm sorry you stopped being the woman I married.
   I'm sorry I stopped being the man you married.
   The air came out of the balloon. The wood rotted.
   Time always has its way with our sacred myths.
   We are stunned when love withers on the vine.