And So It Ends
how things just sort of fizzle
Robert Frost said “fire and ice” But he was wrong. It wasn’t like that at all. Oh, there was fire, and a brilliant flame it was. Our exothermic chemistry filled the air. And the electricity filled the air with ozone of new found love and lust and wonder and fear that made the outsiders wish they were in. We answered questions in unison without stopping to think. We went out to places together smelling of sex in our minds...
