This came as a surprise.
The love song I wrote
for you all of those
years ago was just
now playing as upon
the silver screen
the credits were
rolling at the end of
the movie that I had
just watched. It was
short film that had
ended in tragedy. I’d
been crying in what
felt like a violent
fashion, but when
the music began,
I stopped silent,
sat briefly until I
recognized the
tune, then bolted
up out of my seat
and rushed out of
the cinema, and
ran with great speed
all the way back
to try to catch you
while you were
still home.
