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She walks through the dimly lit theater
Looking for the perfect spot
To watch the world go dancing past
Romance, comedy, musical, mystery
The rhyme and reason matter not
She just needs to waste the day
Escape the dreary rain outside.
Mystified she watches the film
The loving embrace, the maniac laughter,
The songs are sung, the murder solved
She smiles as she feels them within her
All the memories of her life on the screen
She sang, she danced, she loved, she laughed.
She watches the lovers as their story unfolds
Remembering the time she’d spent on her own
Playful ice cream stops downtown
Sunset walks along the beach
Searching, searching for the perfect shell
Loving each day they shared together.
As the audience laughs at the same tired joke
She thinks of the times by the lake
He’d smile at her and she would just giggle
As if she were still some little school girl
She tried, often failed to return the laugh
But knew that every day they’d have some fun.
The songs quickly swelled to show the great joy
She reflects on her time singing herself
As she sits on the porch with me close nearby
Singing so loudly to each silly tune of Higgins,
Of rain, and of some lass named Dolly
Or maybe she ponders how she used to dance
As she waltz through her kitchen to Cash
Chopping, boiling, mixing, as she twirls.
The mysterious plot is quickly unraveling,
But she only thinks of the books sitting at home
With the same silly plots and the same motives
Books, upon books of the same ideas
Yet she can’t put them down quite yet
For they tell of a place, of a face, of a feeling
She wishes to use to escape the mundane.
When the movie is over she leaves behind
Her empty popcorn tub and ticket stub
But she brings the feelings with her
As she hums to herself and smiles
Knowing she'll always have this feeling
Just her and a movie and the memories.