I have a confession to make

The confession is that I cried

At the end of a recent movie

I disguised it as an asthma attack

This was the first time

That I had cried in a cinema

Since watching the final scenes

Of Les Parapluies de Cherbourg

The movie that made me cry just a few days ago

Was The Brutalist which hit me like an express train

It was the final line that breached my defences

It torpedoed me and hit the hidden spine of my art

I am so honoured to be able to write poetry

But it comes with a certain amount of pain

Normally I can handle this

Without too much fuss

But I had left a light showing that evening

And took a direct hit

My wounds will heal

But the scars will remain