Poem -

The Old Movie Theatre

Sat alone in the near empty cinema
An old place out done by modern theatres
Avoiding the pomp and circumstance of technology
I return to the old Victorian styled red plush seats
Where we sat holding hands so long ago
Unable to adapt and move on as I should
The flickering old movie lights the silver screen
Robert Donat and Greer Garson
brighten the day
We watched this so often together my love
Our hearts melting as the sentimental movie
filled us with pathos
I knew then you were beyond me
Such beautiful creatures are not for
the mere mortal failings of ordinary men
such as I.
How many days I waited outside your flat
Soaked to the skin in the torrential rain
Unaware of anything else than the love in my
heart for you alone
My poet’s eyes filled with all the love I knew
You are of course gone from me now
My heart is still vacant a space that will remain
uninhabited for a very long time
I watch the cinema the endings are the same
Yet for a fleeting moment
I feel my hand slip into yours once more
Then all is well and the world is right for  a while.
I would not change one thing about us ever
Even knowing my heart would be broken
For I tried to catch the wind
And for a single moment
I held it in my hands

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