We’re talking about the movie,
Together for the first time in months;
He says it was ‘okay’
‘Nothing special’,
And briefly I wonder
If he wishes I’d been with him
Right up in the back row of the arcane old theatre
Right on up there
Five seats along from the single reel movie projector
Hunkered low in his thread-loose jumper
The pale sheen of the silver screen
Reflected in the film of his eyes
And the distance in mine.
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