In The Same Movie Theatres Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Soft candle,
The last one to be blown out
On your birthday
In the fruit market
I named after you
The one year we
Were in love—
And you wouldn't leave
Him,
So I found a new
Wife amidst the Christmas
Trees,
And took her after you
To all of the places we had been
To see the animals and
Eat pancakes,
Until the realized of another sort
In the same movie theatres
That at one time held both of
Our eyes,
As we sat in our seats both of
Us seeing visions of our own worlds.