Theatre

There's a scene in my favorite movie.

Two lovers holding hands, a sunset

a small house molded to her liking, a quiet beauty.

sapling life a soft vignette.

There's a scene in my favorite movie

the part that makes me weep

his hands grasp the thin bony palm

of the frame of the quiet beauty, asleep

A hospital, chords of fluid, a psalm

There's a scene in my favorite movie

his hands glide along the stone,

the hallowed ground, the grave.
fingers trace the etched-in words
marble as cold as death.

The credits roll.

There's a scene in my favorite movie
Most of the crowds left now
but I know to wait
till the words on the screen have scrolled to the end
and finally you'll see
Two lovers kiss, lips dry and cracked
but only a thought of love.
Together forever no pain, no sickness, no harsh air
that will keep them apart again.