We embrace. <br />Rich cloth under my fingers <br />While yours touch poor fabric. <br />A quick embrace <br />You were invited for dinner <br />While the minions of law are after me. <br />We talk about the weather and our <br />Lasting friendship. Anything else <br />Would be too bitter.<br /><br />Bertolt Brecht<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting-2/
