Flim Critic Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I've always thought love would be like one of those Old Noir pictures
You know,
Beautiful girl walks into a bar
Captures an knowing heart.
Growing up I've watched a lot of movies.
Some good, some bad
Though cinematics have changed
The principles remain the same.
The first one that comes to mind is Casablanca
I mean sure, a lot has changed since 1942
But there is always time for a Brandy.
Or so the saying goes.
The same rules apply.
The suddenness of the unexpected
Walking in to see you there
Two empty glasses
The thought of you replies
Filling an once empty glass
Seeing things in black and white
Then I'm drunk
Cascading in the thought of you.
A parade of bright flashes
Bottle now half empty
I know time is running short
Though I have faith you'll return
I hope you miss your flight