the so called honeymoon period
was brief.
I think it lasted a few weeks.
then the orchestra started playing
Beethoven's
funeral march without a break.
suddenly the doors closed.
the sun
went black.
a cold wind swept through
floorboards,
from
the cellar to the attic.
there was much weeping
and gnashing of teeth.
I know i'm being overly dramatic.
but it felt
like that.
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