Every seat but yours coated with dust.
On the screen, the film flickers silently
between grainy images of her dancing,
stretching and yawning by the window.
The usher tires of this nightly routine
of wordless dismissals at your shoulder.
It’s up to you now to turn your back
and shuffle lonesome toward the exits.
Let your slow stride cast a silhouette
that stretches over the screen as you go.
Let the brightness of the dawning day
blind you as you push open the doors.