Bubbles

The “market” has its bubbles; so do we.
The times when things seemed better than they were:
As though we had passed all disharmony
And that, what pained us didn’t quite occur

And though we can pretend we’re free at heart,
And like we were, back when our love was first –
These bubbles that we make just drift apart
For seconds in the sun, before
They burst

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