Cinema Veriti
I try, but I can't let loose of this feelingThat you are the last chapter of my life,
The final reel of a movie with an ending
That everyone says is too unbelievable;
Where, in the end, the haunting heroine
Embraces his hurt with her own, saving
The flawed and wounded hero, not from
Some sinister foe, brutal and implacable,
But from himself . . . he, who everyone knows
By the end, was far more vicious, unrelenting,
Unforgiving of him than any enemy he knew.
And when the camera slowly moves to his face,
Full-frame, as she takes his hand in hers
And says "I have found in my forgiveness
Something missing in me, and the love of you"
There is this emotion there, behind his eyes,
That the camera captures and reveals . . .
How, in her finding in him something worthy
Of love, he is afraid of both the having and
The losing of this undeserved denouement.
The camera pauses, pulls back to hold them,
As music swells and the scene fades to black.
And in this ending are the lines unspoken . . .
The script on the next page, not yet written.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-03 at 17:37
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