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Cinema

By Linda Imbler

Cinema

She figured it out finally.
It took a while --
why she never moved forward.
Then, she saw that movie.
Her life flashed in front of her eyes,
and the realization slowly dawned.
This is what I've been dealt.
This is what I must escape.
From the first time he struck
to the first lie,
literally,
the entire scenario of their relationship
playing out on the big screen.

He did not appear to see it,
as he sat beside her.
He did not flinch.
She watched him from the corner of her eye,
or perhaps he did see it,
and was glad to be documented.

So she sat and contemplated her own scenarios
of how this movie would play out by the end:
The antagonist would surely be crushed by a bus,
would fall down an elevator shaft,
would fatally choke on a sandwich
from the bistro down the street where he worked.

But the ending was not satisfying, was anticlimactic.
There was no denouement
(After all, it was French.)
She trailed behind him dejectedly to the parking lot.
(Where is that bus?)
He blipped the lock open,
she got in the car, put on her seat belt,
stared straight ahead,
Already that movie replaying itself over and over
in her head,
as it would in real life.






Article © Linda Imbler. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-01-06
Image(s) are public domain.
1 Reader Comments
Harris
01/10/2020
09:32:47 AM
Intriguing back and forth of thoughts regarding the movie and the actual life. The last two lines are clear. A poignant poem, and often all too real.
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