Spilled

Sitting ignorant alone

The darkened theater of life

Waiting still for the inevitable ending

Where they finally meet and ride away

Together 

Having long since fallen

But the screen faded many minutes ago

The credits rolled

When did I look away and not see

Love, of course

I finally hear the brooms

Sweeping away the left-behind

The popcorn and candy and bad dreams

The exit sign flickers as if clearing its throat

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