just across the movie house

(boredom is indeed the mother of all scribblings )

a throng of moviegoers drowned the few passing yellow cabs
no cheesy moon above the gray horizon
the drizzles formed puddles of water on the sidewalk
trampled upon by filthy boots
splashing muddy water on her not-so-yellow coat.

she wasn't exactly gloomy
must be a bit sad (or mad?)
why too soon the movie ended
when her date finally turned up?

stunned when he saw her drawing near him
he thought the crowd would at least conceal him
alas he gasped
he just couldn't leave his job
to meet her up earlier this evening. 

but then the man beside him squirmed
as he heard him tell lame tales
it wasn't exactly guilt
for his eyes couldn't hide the bliss in his heart
as he recalls snuggling with him early tonight
two rows behind the reserved seats of the gloomy lady
who wasn't really gloomy
just worried
as she had been glancing upon her watch
and at the seat next to her that remained empty
wondering where her husband could be
for she knew how badly he wanted to see
this infamous movie called Infidelity.