Poetry prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
It was as a good a sign as any
That we bonded surrounded by fiction
Chatter in the midst of clearing spilled popcorn
Bonding by the lone chair in the space within the white walls
Sandwiched between two full theatres of people
Immersing themselves in others' lives.
I knew it wasn't real but still I somehow hoped
Attaching myself, more puppy than girl
But once we left credits rolled on..