Popcorn Boxes on the Floor

The clock showed three in the morning,

when the sound of the closing door

 invaded the dream I’d bought for a dollar

at the bodega on the corner the night before

Out of fear of losing the riches bought by the ticket

that had given me such a hopeful dream

I reluctantly opened my eyes to find you had gone,

and had taken all your things

And you never came back…

It was like a scene from a movie I’d watched.

I’ve forgotten its name, but we ended the same

And when the lights came up, there were empty soda cups,

and popcorn boxes on the floor

Sometime, quite a while later, I asked someone

you’d once introduced as a friend

Had they seen you? If all was well with you?

And, to tell you, I said “hello” when they saw you again

It was a very brief and sad conversation

When I told them when and where I’d met them, they didn’t recall the day

And when I kindly asked if they’d give you my number, they politely declined

and hurried away

And never looked back…

It was like a scene from a movie I’d watched.

I’ve forgotten its name, but we ended the same

And when the lights came up, there were empty soda cups,

and popcorn boxes on the floor

It was like a scene from a movie I’d watched. So long ago

I’ve forgotten its name, but we ended the same

And when the lights came up, there were empty soda cups,

and popcorn boxes on the floor

~Derek Crockett

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