Movies

The same story , different lens

Watch the same movie twice,
different times,
different meanings.

The words mean something else to me.

Oh, boy,
I wonder what you’ve done now.

The pen dropped itself.
The moments your fingers
wrapped around mine
your name the only thing
it could spell.

How badly I wanted to write.
How deeply I loved
when you watched me read.

How you laughed
when I slipped and fell.

Just like every other day,
yet the sun left
beautiful skies behind.
And now all I can see
are clouds that won’t drift away,
your memories hanging
in that grey.

Your name and mine
add them together
and they become
a four-letter word:

L O V E.

It felt like
a made-up fantasy.

Then you walked in,
and poets and their verses
fell silent.

The only song I could hear
was your name,
again
and again.

But now your promises echo.
My mistakes keep the beat.
The guitar strings
are out of tune,

and so are we.

Indeed,
this movie
speaks differently to me.

She was just a girl
standing in front of a boy,
her heart broken,
as though the audience whispered,

“Another fool in love.”

The movie ticket for one
is crumpled in my hand.

“A fool in love,”
it says.

I crumple it harder
until the ink stains my skin.

Another four-letter word.

F O O L.

~K