We grabbed each other shamelessly at movies.
   Weeks swimming in bed never coming up for air.
   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 our love withers on a vine.