Sitting in a theatre, mostly empty.
Perhaps this is how I like films.
From the front row. The screen
eating me. No commentary.
But not silent.
Exactly how life should be perhaps.
Front row, clean, with space.
But not empty enough to be creepy.
And perhaps a warm (even if clammy)
hand. To hold. Tighter when it’s time.
And Exit signs clearly marked.
Even in the dark.