Credits roll down the screen
Is it really that perfect?
Do they really live happily ever after?
Would these street lamps and endless darkness of night ever find me comfort where I stood
The old stars are the true icons of movies
They didn't have the special effects like we have
They had to inhabit that space in a movie through their emotions and their dramatic play
They were stars
It's hard to believe that many are dead now
And that I
As the artist of future generations
Have to live up to the expectations those gods and goddesses have created
Even after their death
They still live on in beauty
And you can imagine the joy the audience must have felt
When they went to see their shows
I almost wish I could be back in that time
Just to sit in a dark theatre
As the music begins to place
And feel my heart race like theirs did
I can't allow myself to get so attached to a time I haven't lived
Yet I can't really forget those stars
As the movie completes its reverie
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryOriginal poetry collection on love and heartbreak. Maybe love will work out for all of us someday. Or maybe some loves are only for a season.