Old Movies

OLD MOVIES

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.
Perhaps Unable to adapt and move on as I should.
The flickering old movie lights the silver screen
Bogart and Bacall
brighten the day.
We watched this so often together my love
Our hearts melting as the sentimental movie
Played its love scenes.

I knew even  then you were far beyond me.
Such beautiful creatures are not for
the mere mortal failings of ordinary men
such as I am.

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.
When you first found me.
My poet’s eyes filled with all the love I knew
You are of course gone from me now
My heart is still a vacant place that will remain
uninhabited for a very long time.
 

I watch the old movie
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 how badly my heart would be broken.
For I tried to catch the summer wind.
And for a single moment
I held it in my hands