Film Noir

You were my sidekick
Charcoal smattered hair
Eyes bright
With the brilliant light
Of don’t give a fuck

We lived
In the film noir
Of a jilted generation
Peddling our love stories
Onto cinema screens
When the world wanted
Monochromatic misery
From the comfort
Of their
Living rooms

Then you left

Ken Loach
Knocked on my door today
He asked if
I liked my lines
The genre flipped
And here I sit
Spouting shit
In my very own

© 2020 Sarah Drury

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