The movie

It took me

by my throat

but not

exclusively.

I discharged tears as if

I deserved this pain

first.

First

I didn’t understand

why,

while watching,

weeks

ago, I stopped.

I stopped

reading phrases I would have liked to write myself,

pronouncing them rather than hear them uttered.

Shall we wonder together if

we can stop time in the same

way we

put a movie on hold,

rewind our feelings,

fast forward our moral sensitivity,

or flushing our senses into the darkest

part of our

mutual memory?

When all this criteria

were conceivable

I could

terminate the pause.

Last night

I saw

The End.