It tastes different today,
the small plentiful;
No one beside me
to take a handful.
A wannabe recliner
in a theater afar
pushed me back
to me popcorn jar.
The popcorn is bitter,
and my friends too;
salted with sorrow
and my sobbing through.
wrote after the breakup?
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ReplyDeleteCoincidentally you're in a theater today again. Experiencing deja vu?
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