2 sides to every story

There’s two sides to every story
Two hurts posing as one
There’s truth in every fiction
And fiction in every truth
There’s loneliness in every friendship
And friendship in loneliness
There’s a kiss behind our fiction
There’s fiction in a kiss
We’re not masters of the golden mean
On the uneven see-saw of life.

FLUTE PIECE
You played your flute beautifully
My heart rose up and followed
Then you stopped
Suddenly
My heart fell in pieces on the ground

My fault for thinking you were playing for me.

1982 Trev Teasdel