poem

 Lost in Translation

I can’t sleep anymore

Tormented by the possibilities

Of what Bob whispered to Charlotte

At the end of Lost in Translation

There’s a theory he ad libbed the line

Told her he had to be leaving

But wouldn’t ever let that come between them

But that doesn’t resolve anything

It’s a platitude

He’s speaking all sideways 

Tangentially

Too much like poetry

When we ask what he says

What we really want to know

Is what he ends up doing.  

I know what he should have said:

I love you and cannot leave you

And need you always here

From now until the end of my light 

While he folds her into his embrace 

And the curtain drops

Or the movie ends  

And our life begins 

You can tell from the look on her face

6/23/22