Talking in bed ought to be easiest, <br />Lying together there goes back so far, <br />An emblem of two people being honest. <br />Yet more and more time passes silently. <br />Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest <br />Builds and disperses clouds in the sky, <br />And dark towns heap up on the horizon. <br />None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why <br />At this unique distance from isolation <br />It becomes still more difficult to find <br />Words at once true and kind, <br />Or not untrue and not unkind.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-in-bed/
