The time camewhen we no longer smiled…The way we did at Table 26…  The day when rain drenched usand we embraced against a treeand melted a kissNever returned… No longer did we dance as oneas we did at Bice… No longer did we turn in bed with desire…   We came together with passion ablaze  a time ago. But our souls never kissed.
The passion departed:    Slowly   Silently   Secretly Leaving us empty:   Unknowingly    Untrustingly It came time for leaving… The sea we knew the summer of 21 said of us:      "They loved one              Sunday…         The tide came in,                           The tide went             out”…