We slipped inside the door, and parted
In our silent ways, to sections favoured
Since our childhood days.
You to horror, me to comedies
Filled with men I’d had on posters on my wall
In teenage years, before we came to be.
I’d run my fingers down the spines
Of long lost classics hidden in the shelves
And gather in my arms, the coke and chips,
The popcorn for the night.
Now I pass the empty building,
Sale sign hanging ominously,
Wishing I could browse those aisles for one last time
Rather than the senseless tiles
Inside my Netflix app.