a piece of popcorn in your lap, makes me smile. but if i could sit next to you, i’d be a bird flying high above you. i wish i could, the movie ends and you have left me.
i cry because i love you, and i miss you when you leave me.
but one piece of you is still there because one piece of popcorn is on the chair you sat in.
i dragged myself home that evening, thinking of you, and all the other things i’ve been sad about.
and the moral of this poem is… (if you are sad just let it do it’s own thing)