False Company

I texted my friend, a movie night planned,

   but there I was, popcorn strewn in my hand.

   The credits rolled by like a secret I’d keep,

   laughing at jokes that bounced off empty seats.

   I chuckled at my own darkened reflection,

   in a theater of silence, craved disconnection.

   Butter dripped warm, guilt wrapped tight like a shawl,

   reveling alone, while pretending I’d called.