The end of a moive
The theater dark
Tears bubbling from my eyes
Falling over my cheeks
Tumbling until they hit the red chairs
You turning to me
We weren’t watching a sad movie,
Something else, I murmur, the movie was nice
What, you ask, what’s wrong
I use another one of my problems to calm your worries
A small problem
You probably think I’m stupid,
You’ve been through so much worse.
But the real reason I’m crying,
Is something I could never tell you.
It’s the fact
That you will go home
to where you live,
So far away
And you will have a friend
Who will get to love you as much as I
And you will make her feel whole
Make her feel wanted.
And I will be here,
Holding onto to the happy memories you gave me.
While you still could.