Ask for butter on the popcorn.
Choose the middle seats.
Grab your favorite candy.
They’re playing the movie of you and me,
and who we used to be.
When they roll the credits,
I will finally see:
we’re through the thick of it,
past the messy middle,
and at the very end of we.
We’ll throw out the trash.
We’ll say our goodbyes.
We’ll get into separate cars.
Wave one last time as we drive by.
-S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 