IN THE THEATRE OF DREAMS
IN THE THEATRE OF DREAMS
Brick by brick the past is demolished
All of the ghost that lived there
With me are made homeless.
As the old Bijoux cinema
turns into dust and ashes.
Just like my dreams did so long ago.
The wrecking ball
ignores our silent screams.
.
We sat there so long ago my love
In the plush maroon seats holding hands.
Our favourite friends performed their parts
Bogart and Bacall kissing in monochrome.
I would look at you in the dimmed lighting
My heart filled with happiness and first love.
The first love is special it
is swollen with innocence.
And for some the only one they get.
We kissed in living vibrant colours back then.
You were holding my hand as the movie played
Later we walked back to our small flat
And made tea and love.
I knew even back then
in the cornucopia of our passion.
That beauty such as yours
was far beyond
such an ordinary man like me.
I knew you would one day leave me
broken and irreparable.
And that my heart
would be shattered into so many pieces.
that no one could put it back together.
Even now after all these years
it still dreams of you.
And I never replaced you in my life
It would not be fair to the other lady.
She could never be you,you see......
Yet in my loneliness in the passing years
I would sit alone in this old movie theatre
Both of us still friends
me and the worn seats.
Bogart still kissed Bacall
And sometimes just for the tiniest moment
I could feel your hand
Slipping into mine once more.
My heart would stop aching
And all things in my world
Would be at peace
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The wrecking balls are
Way to busy for me
These days
Jude
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