Talking in Bed

    Talking in bed ought to 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 in 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 not untrue and not unkind.

    Philip Larkin

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