I inwardly sigh for a moment

with pleasure when I see

the local cinema advertises

with glory a classic of the

Silver Screen and the days

of my childhood, sometimes off

school due to sickness, when

the giants of the cinema

would appear in an afternoon special.

The sigh doesn’t last,

except that it becomes more of a groan

of diary recall, deep and more meaningful

than any excitement of bed driven or steak

satisfaction desire, when I realise

that for the first time I might have seen