at the matinee, the elderly,
widows
and widowers, perhaps,
or just
those
with a day off, a rainy
day of sorts,
lone souls.
there is no line,
no rush,
no worry of seating.
the aisle is fine,
or the back row,
they go up with canes,
their hats
taken off, their hand
bags on the seat
beside them,
settling in with a small
bag of popcorn,
a box
of candy, a drink.
do they remember the date
nights
at the movies,
the new lovers beside
them,
holding hands,
a kiss in the dark,
a time
when
it didn't matter what
the picture was?
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