Done, over, concluded, terminated.
Remember the end of those romantic
French movies? “FIN”,
as in finished and finale.
Time to put on coats and hats,
shuffle through popcorn detritus and cola cans,
leave the cosy sentiments of make-believe,
the warmth of shared fantasies and holding hands,
the smells of perfume, upholstery and sweat,
and step through swinging doors
into the glare and noises of the street,
stunned for a moment, floating between
two worlds, not certain which is real.
Mixed media art and poem by clinock
Thanks Mr. Twain.